SLAP…

SLAP…

SLAP…

The sound of a sodden scrotum slapping against a soaking snatch in the lecherous butting of hips loud in the air. The pungent smell of sex hovering like a mist as Rarity cooed like a drunken dove as her mare hood was mashed by a mastodon of masculinity. The normally refined snow-white mare a mess of huffing sounds of desire as she bucked back and forth like a woman of the night in a display of unbridled sensual stimulation. The display normally enough to make Rarity blush, but in the secluded company of a trusted swain, the mask of formalities might be replaced by a more uncouth nature of the deviant kind.

Rarity’s face flush as her prurient pussy pulsed to the rhythm of her lustful heart as her earthly wants were met by Spike’s ribbed glory. Her loins lapping at his shaft as she rode the waves of coitus in wanton wakes of salacious surf, as Rarity felt her pelvic floor tense as the sheer girth was pushing her over the edge to orgasmic bliss. Her giant lover pushing her comparison petite body closer and closer, before with an unladylike whinny Rarity went ridged as her cunt convulsed in consummating climax and she found release.

With a glazing of dopamine on her sapphire eyes, Rarity looked into Spike’s reptilian peepers longingly, as he had not mustered a peep since they had begun other than deep breaths of enjoyment. Rarity maintaining her rhythm as the dragon had not yet found release and it was beyond unladylike to finish before letting her dance partner have their own emotional eruption. The mare biting her lip as she gave Spike a look of want, as she began to bob on his bell end like a bouncy ball. The knot too large to enter her feminine fairy, leaving a large area of tender tissue unenclosed in the comforting warmth of the unicorn’s fanny, but even so the tight tunnel was enough to excite the dragons two-chambered heart. The sound of it beating increasing in tempo palpable on Rarity’s frogs as she straddled the gargantuan green belly, and she knew that he was closing in to his own gush of gametes. The mare biologically incapable of reaching Spike’s broad shoulders as she desired, instead resorting to pressing just shy of his ribs as Rarity tried to express some sort of domineering leverage to help with her methodical bucking.

Even with the morphological limitations, it was moments like this that Rarity felt in complete control of her sexuality, she could edge Spike for hours now, her Kegels that toned and practised that he might border on nirvana for eternity. The dragon looking at her as if she was his everything, his pupils dilating slightly as he looked upon something that pleased him immensely. The intimacy was enough to tickle Rarity’s romantic heart, as she relished feeling him sheathed in her very much violated vagina, as his phallic thrusts were always able to get the hard-working seamstresses' stress down.

Rarity looking down, as she felt the cock beneath her spasm as the flood gates were about to open. The break in the gaze but a second, as the mare prepared herself to be cream-filled before she looked up ready to maintain perfect eye contact when her docked friend painted her insides white. Instead of a lusty look, or some other expression of erotic euphoria she was met with a cold predatory stare from her sweating sweetheart.

“Spike?……"
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O' No, looks like Rarity is about to have a bad time with a grown-up and very much hungry Spike.

The first part of my 7 image commission I got from LennonBlack, who can be found here: https://derpibooru.org/profiles/LennonBlack .

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