
Caramel Cuntcolt thing
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Nov 29th, 2013 | syntax:
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Caramel blushed, lying on his back, on his bed, legs spread. He looked down between them, at the hot, wet marehood, clit winking out. He whimpered, a hoof slowly reaching towards it. It had been a week since that... that zebra cursed him. Since she gave him this. And now... he was in heat...
He blushed, trying not to think about it. He was a guy, he was straight, he had a marefriend... Oh, what if she saw it? What if she smelled the... heat? He'd managed to keep it hidden for a week... how much longer?
He needed to clear his mind.
He needed release.
Blushing bright, he reached his hoof down to between his legs, softly poking at his lips. He gave a soft moan, his hoof swirling around, the tip sliding in a little. His leg twitched as he closed his eyes, panting.
His hoof wasn't enough.
He needed... he needed a stallion...
He opened his eyes again, trying to catch his breath. He stopped, his hoof coming back up, smelling of female heat. He blushed bright, and got back on his hooves, legs quivering due to his arousal. Shaking, he walked towards the phone. He tapped out a few numbers, messing up multiple times because of his shivering, and lifted the receiver to the side of his face.
"H-hey... B... Braeburn? ...I-I need you here... I n-need a favour..."