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04/11/12(Wed)01:44 No.1188487>>1187260
>he's young, but he definitely isn't a colt anymore.
>he tenderly kisses one, then the other, sending a little jolt through each of them.
>It should not feel this good... but they find themselves leaning into him, reluctant to break away. Savouring the feel of his lips, the taste of him, the electric hum it leaves ringing through their bodies after he breaks away.
>that heat begins to return, that animal attraction to the stallion their adorable little colt has grown up into.
>they move so quickly it surprises him, pulling themselves in for another kiss, very different from the ones they used to give - longer, deeper, more passionate - one sister darting in as soon as the other comes up for air.
>they find themselves falling back onto the couch, with Rumble between them.
>They lavish his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, with kisses and tiny, gentle nipping, as they grind against him, the raw attraction fanned into hot lust.
>no words are spoken, except the occasional coo or gasp when Rumble takes the lead, pulling them closer and slipping out of his sheath
>they reach down, stroking him up to full mast and moving south to focus their ministrations on this new entrant.
>one running her tongue up and down its length and the other worshiping his belly, his hips, his thicks and sack with more little pecks and swipes of her tongue
>as she gets closer to his base, her sister moves down, and the two seamlessly switch places.
>who gives him his first time? |
