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Pt1
07/08/11(Fri)09:00 No.27508387>>27508133 Night. The corners of Carousel boutiqe are shrouded in darkness, but for the dim flicker of a lone candle from its resting place in the room's center. As the wavering glow flashes over the store's shelves and displays, the a faint rhythmic noise echoes quietly.
Miss Rarity sits on her hind legs next to her night-light, still in proper attire befiting of her elegant day-to-day activities. The shimmering folds of cloth and sewn patterns sparkle in the glow of the candlelight, a whole new sheen brought forth by the ever-changing flame.
She smiles as she gazes forward, and down, to her hoofs wrapped around the manhood of a young stallion. Her face, always prim and proper, is a contrast to the enthusiastic but strained expression of the colt in front of her. Every moment he groans with pleasure as her hooves slide over his sensitive skin, his hind-legs kicking slightly in excitement as she delicately caresses his impressive length.
Still smirking devilishly, Rarity leans forward and winks at her guest, before dipping her head down and planting a kiss right on the tip. Precum leaks onto her lips, and she pauses to enjoy a quick lick, before bending further forward to wrap her mouth around the awaiting delicacy. Another groan rings out as she envelopes the head, then the shaft, not with so much as whimper - ever the picture of grace and poise, her tongue swirls around the enveloped cock and she bobs her head up and down. |