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| Anonymous #725703 7 months ago |
Fuck it. |
| Anonymous #725761 7 months ago |
"Buy me a drink first, Internet" is now a meme. |
| Anonymous #726162 7 months ago |
She turned off anon questions |
| Anonymous #726167 7 months ago |
The only reason people ask anonymous questions is because it's something sexually-related that they're embarrassed to put their name on. |
| Anonymous #726171 7 months ago |
^ Since when is there anyone on "pony" Tumblr who's embarrassed to put their name on shallow sexual content? |
| ponybrohoof #726210 7 months ago |
it's only me or 7Nights give Luna a slightly bigger breast compared to his other pic with her? |
| Mugen_Kagemaru #726271 7 months ago |
God dammit, asker Anon! I was gonna ask for a full shot of Luna's outfit, but you had to go and make 7Nights mad! |
| SpikeSpiegel #726421 7 months ago |
Pip does not know what he feels at the back of his throat as the woman of his dreams pushes him onto the the comforting caress of the soft bed, hovering above him with a mixture of curious intoxication and barely-restrained desire. She arches back, allowing for a curious lock of light ocean-blue to drift coquettishly over one eye, lips curving upwards not unlike a vixen toying with her prey. On his nose, his senses are treat themselves to the bizarre mix of Kojo and Sling-Wyatt, hazing over his head like a whirlpool of illusions, along with the accompanying trail of the older woman's lips as they rest on his chin for an oh-so-brief moment.
'Virgin,' she says, and he can feel every node in his form twitching with a reach of her hand underneath his shirt, nails gently, teasingly, dragging along his torso, his hands as numb as his thought process; the heavy allure of a predator all about her, trapping him in a web of lust and intrigue, 'show me just what you have to offer.' His hands slide upwards along her thigh, as if by her command, and not his own, digging into a gap in her thigh-highs; touching and teasing her, He can feel the scent of her perfume and the alcohol mixing in a concoction of airborne sin, dragging him into the red delights he once begged to discover. One finger follows, and his shirt is open, a Princess' lips below his neck, ready to feast upon her catch of the night. A hand that dragged into palm along her behind, however... said that sometimes a catch was never too easy. 'My turn.' |
| Poptard #726593 7 months ago |
^whyboner.jpg |
| ponybrohoof #726598 7 months ago |
Mugen it's probably this one:
(both questionable pics) >>88614 >>87921 or slightly different |
| Anonymous #729073 7 months ago |
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