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Post by 7chickaa7 on Jan 11, 2009 13:01:27 GMT -5
Sparrow closed her eyes and groaned as he continued humping, and then giggled as he cleaned her. She smirked as his tool dangled in front of her mouth. She charged right up to him and grabbed his tool in her mouth, sucking hard on it while running her tongue over the tip in her mouth. She swallowed farther, sucking ever harder, and running her tongue over it, a trick she had learned a while back. It always made stag go crazy for her, as her tongue was soft as satin.
She continued the pleasureable journey... [/i][/color][/size] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jan 21, 2009 17:54:45 GMT -5
The stag groaned as her satin ribbon pleasured him. A scream came to his lips, but he held it back. He turned his tool to face her as she continued, and poked his ribbon in her flower. Quixtant began to lick slowly up and down her insides with smooth strokes, running over pleasure spots every second. The trick she was playign wasn't new. He knew them all. And had done them all. So many mares he had covered, were in pain without his pleasure, looking foward to mating with him again after their foals were weaned. Back in the U.S, he was the top stud in half of the U.S. Another at the other. But, he had forced so many young, delicate faes, ripped them to shreds if they didn't couporate. Raine had been umung the worst he had tortured. Ah yes, that horrible slut. At one year old, he had taken her innocence. Not the youngest for this physco. Not at all... [/left][/size] |
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Jan 23, 2009 20:57:49 GMT -5
Sparrow smirked. As he licked her flower and insides, she groaned and shoved backwards a bit.
"Come on love, I'm not halfway done with you yet," she whispered, knowing he could here. She jerked back again, shoving his muzzle further into her.
She grunted and released a tiny bit of her scent into his mouth, and then prodded at his testes. She licked them slowly and sucked, then went back to working on his tool. [/i][/size][/color] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 4, 2009 20:33:42 GMT -5
He pulled away to mount her again, prodded his tool into her and released again. He dismounted, smirking. "Ready to go?" he asked, mounting her again. He began humping with his whole weight, shoving her foward with every hump. He released once more and dismounted. "Come dear." he hissed, running his ribbon over her flower once and stepped away and sheathed himself...[/color]
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Feb 8, 2009 0:01:32 GMT -5
Sparrow smiled.
"Well, you are as good as your reputation, m'dear," she said. "I shall wash off in the river, yes? And then meet you on the outside of the forest?" She asked, looking at her coat covered with his seeds.
--Are we posting in his land?
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 8, 2009 0:18:05 GMT -5
[Yesh and yes.]
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