Voslar: Don't lie. You know you want to stroke that. Warm, hard flesh just aching for release in your grasp, smooth skin caressing your hand as much as your hand caresses it. The occasional adorable little squirms from Dash as she endures the pleasure, trying not to let it end too fast, begging you in low, frantic, dazed whispers not to stop.
The way her eyes shut tightly as her her cock head begins to flare in preparation for her orgasm, the heady, musky scent of her prick at full readiness. The cute little feminine cry as she arches her back sharply, horsecock pulsing again and again in your hand as she cums. The way you can actually feel the cum being pushed up through that dark blue shaft in spurt after powerful spurt, hanging in the air for just a moment. The sight of it falling back down to splatter liberally against her body, staining the light blue fur with thick warm splotches, even as the remainder oozes down her enormous length to pool against and envelop your still lightly-pumping hand with blissful warmth. The little shudders and twitches as she rides out the remainder of her orgasm, eyes vacant with carnal joy as her dick continues to pulse weakly for several more seconds.
When she finally finishes, still panting lightly, some trace of clarity returns to her eyes. And when that rose-colored gaze wordlessly meets yours, naked love written across her face plain to see, you know.
The way her eyes shut tightly as her her cock head begins to flare in preparation for her orgasm, the heady, musky scent of her prick at full readiness. The cute little feminine cry as she arches her back sharply, horsecock pulsing again and again in your hand as she cums. The way you can actually feel the cum being pushed up through that dark blue shaft in spurt after powerful spurt, hanging in the air for just a moment. The sight of it falling back down to splatter liberally against her body, staining the light blue fur with thick warm splotches, even as the remainder oozes down her enormous length to pool against and envelop your still lightly-pumping hand with blissful warmth. The little shudders and twitches as she rides out the remainder of her orgasm, eyes vacant with carnal joy as her dick continues to pulse weakly for several more seconds.
When she finally finishes, still panting lightly, some trace of clarity returns to her eyes. And when that rose-colored gaze wordlessly meets yours, naked love written across her face plain to see, you know.
This is only the beginning.
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