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09/12/11(Mon)04:51 No.29595473>>29595462
After several minutes of the only subtly familiar touch, the hoof from behind had withdrawn - normally the absence of touch would have left Daftykins whimpering for more... but this time his mind and that of his partner's were the same. He turned onto his opposite site, shuffling the blankets atop himself as he shifted, finally ending up face to face with himself again. The two Dafty ponies blinked in unison, before closing their eyes simultaneously. Both leaned forward at the same time, mouths meeting in sublime harmony, hot breath mingling in the night air as the two tongues sought each other out. Muffled moans escaped through the gaps in their kiss, and the bed squeaked quietly as their bodies ground against each other, erections straining beneath the soft familiar bedsheets, each of them aching to be touched.
Daftykins was eager but uncertain - he didn't know what to feel. The only thing he could be sure of was that what he felt, at that time, was the thing to guide him forward. It was something the other Dafty felt too - and as if on cue, the two of them reached foward, hooves colliding for a brief moment in transit before meeting the respective focus of their ministrations. Dual groans of pleasure coarsed through the air, followed by frenzied panting and further moans muffled through bitten lips.
He didn't know how hooves that he could still call his own could feel so good - they seemed to trace every tender spot and familiar area with the grace and knowing caress that only came with intimate self-knowledge - but at the same time, the textures and sensations they brought on were new, and unknown - all the sensation of a stranger's ministrations with the familiarity of masturbation. If there was perfection in intimacy, Daftykins suspected he had found it. |
