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!derpvGeSf. 09/21/11(Wed)14:33 No.29869216
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 >>29868897
Well that depends if you do get a whyboner from imagining yourself on all fours, knees and elbows, head lowered to a few inches above the dirt, your favourite pony standing in front of you, seemingly towering from your position, stiffly extending one of her front hoofs to your chin gently, making you look up at her. A sadistic dominant smile accompanies her piercing gaze. Her lips part, taking a few seconds before carefully articulating her words.
"Clean my hoof." She retracts, your head falling back where it had been, staring at the ground. You look up on your own accord, staring at her hoof, right in front of your face. You get on your knees, taking her hock with one hand, resting your other hand behind the end of her hoof, positioning it pointing straight at you. You lean in, not stopping until your nose touches the soft texture in the middle. You inhale through your nose as your eyes close, holding your breath. You extend your tongue, circling it around the area, exhaling through your mouth. It's so dirty, sweaty and smelly. Yet you seem intoxicated to her everything. You push your face against it, rubbing and relishing for a moment. You lick down to the bottom, opening your mouth to suckle on the edge of the back bottom of her hoof. You repeat this at the top, succulently coaxing any musk or dirt from her. After that you simply plant a multitude of kisses all over her hoof, ending in a string of kisses and licks up to her hock and back again. She withdraws her hoof, planting it at the ground again. You look up again. She never let go of that piercing stare. A hoof touches your chin on the other side from before.
"This hoof, too. Clean it~" she beckons. |
