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>You let out satisfied grunt as you pull your cock out of the white mare
>She was tighter than you would’ve thought she’d be, but you aren’t complaining
>She looks back at you as your hot seed pours out of her winking pussy, the disgust in her eyes burning into you and making you hard again
>She snatches the sack of bits out of your grinning mouth, and you thank Celestia one final time for mare’s weird obsessions with buying dresses and shoes they don’t need with money they don’t have
>She hates you for this
>She hates herself for this
>Yet here you are, and you can only be so erect
>She harumphs and blows a wayward lock of her purple mane out of her sweaty face, her pussy still overflowing with the last bit of your cum
>”There, you…you…you ruffian. You got what you wanted. Now if you’ll excuse me, I would like to forget this ever happened post-haste.”
>She heads for the street, her tail tucked firmly against her messy still-dripping netherregions, the jingling of her newly aquired bits moving rythmically with her swaying ass
>You let out a satisfied sigh as you admire your work, the white mare turning the corner and disappearing from view.
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>You let out satisfied grunt as you pull your cock out of the white mare
>She was tighter than you would’ve thought she’d be, but you aren’t complaining
>She looks back at you as your hot seed pours out of her winking pussy, the disgust in her eyes burning into you and making you hard again
>She snatches the sack of bits out of your grinning mouth, and you thank Celestia one final time for mare’s weird obsessions with buying dresses and shoes they don’t need with money they don’t have
>She hates you for this
>She hates herself for this
>Yet here you are, and you can only be so erect
>She harumphs and blows a wayward lock of her purple mane out of her sweaty face, her pussy still overflowing with the last bit of your cum
>”There, you…you…you ruffian. You got what you wanted. Now if you’ll excuse me, I would like to forget this ever happened post-haste.”
>She heads for the street, her tail tucked firmly against her messy still-dripping netherregions, the jingling of her newly aquired bits moving rythmically with her swaying ass
>You let out a satisfied sigh as you admire your work, the white mare turning the corner and disappearing from view.
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This guy is an artist.