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09/20/11(Tue)17:21 No.29845949
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 Imagine infront of you the pony of your deepest utmost liking. She is looking back at you. Staring deep into your eyes. Her head cocks slightly, smile broadening and eyelids slightly closer to each other.
Your every touch upon her soft, smooth fur elicits soundless breaths, her nerves tensed up with anticipation, responding to each touch almost instantly like an electric jolt. You run your hand up her neck and up to her ear, cupping it gently for a moment, feeling the pulsating heat and light twitching before you slide two fingers behind her ear, gently, almost not at all, touching the slightly softer and downier fur there, gliding back and forth. She is incapable to be quiet any longer, a deep throaty exhale coupled with her eyelids closing together, limbs relaxing... She is enjoying it very much. More than if anyone else would be the one to itch there. Your other hand glide across her face gently, also barely touching. She leans forward just a bit as your palm is centrally over her face, but your hand continues and grasps at her other ear. You lower yourself to your knees, getting face to face with her, and you just bask in her beauty doing nothing at all until she opens her eyes, not being stimulated further in any way. That is when you lean forward for the kiss. Oh the succulent kiss, tongues dancing gently between your mouths, exploring each other fully at the others leisure for what could seem to be an eternity. You gently break the kiss, her tongue hanging out, strands of saliva drooping from the tip of her tongue, breathing heavily to accomodate for her heart pounding emotionally in her chest.
You lean forward, face to face, noses touching, as you whisper to her.
Nigga she an apple |
