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>You are Anon.
>And you've decided to visit Derpy.
>You have a basket full of all kinds of muffins, just for her.
>You're up at her door.
>You knock.
>Inside, you hear something crash to the floor, and an "Oops!"
>Yup, that's Derpy.
>You wait a little while longer, then Derpy herself opens the door.
>holyshit
>Derpy's large breasts are nearly stretching her shirt to oblivion.
>She has no pants, only gray panties with bubbles imprinted on the front.
>You can only stare in utter shock.
>Little Anon isn't shy either.
"Oh, hi Anon!"
 
>H-hey, Derpy...
"Ooh, are those muffins?!"
>She reaches forward.
>In some klutzy move, she somehow managed to knock the muffins out of your hands.
"Noooo! MUFFINS!!"
>She bends down to grab the muffins out of love.
>You can she her cleavage in all it's glory, her boobs bouncing a little.
>Turning around reveals her shapely rear, her panties strung tight against her cheeks.
"I got all da muffins!"
>She happily squeezes them against her chest.
>Little Anon likes this.
>A lot.
 
"Come on in!"
>You willingly do so.
>Her house is quite mess.
>Her couch is nailed to the wall.
>The vases are upside down.
>Panties are strewn everywhere.
>You could deal with this.
"Sit on da couch, okay?"
>You sit.
>You also see her glorious hips swaying as she walks to the kitchen.
>Hnnng.
>She returns in an apron, having a plate of freshly baked muffins.
>Didn't I already bring you mu-
"Wooah!"
>She falls forward, muffins flying everywhere.
>You fly up out of instinct to catch her.
>You grab her from behind.
>Groping onto her soft breasts.
 
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>Her breasts squish into your hands under her weight.
>The ripples travel up to her collar bone and down again, before finally subduing.
>Her fleshy melons contort around your palm and fingers like a foam matress.
>Her nipples poke your one hand, and slip through the fingers of the other.
>As the air is knocked from her lungs, she lets out a loud, clumsy 'oof!'.
 
>Looking down, her legs are stiff and her ass cheeks are clamped down, hard.
>All the pressure in her glutes has swallowed up her panties. Bare ass cheeks are exposed and the lips of her pussy are chewing on the seat of her delicates.
>Your face turns fifty shades of crimson.
 
>Derpy looks back to you with a huge grin, oblivious to the fact you are fondle-raping her.
"WOW, ANONEE! YOU'RE A GOOD CATCHER!"
>She throws her hips backwards trying to regain her balance, and slams into your crotch.
>Again, her ass fat jiggles and makes ripples across her skin.
>Helping, you pull her torso up against yours and straighten her out.
 
>Her hair flies wildly as she stands up, it blissfully glides past your nostrils.
>Blueberry, banana, prune and poppy seed.
>All trailed by a faint scent of flour and rising dough.
>God, she... she smells wonderful
 
>Standing independently, muffin in hand, she's still ranting.
"WOOH, ANON!" she says.
"I'M GLAD YOU WERE HERE TO SAVE ME! I GET HURT SO MUCH WHEN I'M BY MY SELF!"
>She points to multiple bruises along her knees and elbows.
 
"...AND THIS ONE I GOT WHEN I CRASHED THROUGH THE GRANDFATHER CLOCK!"
"AND THIS ONE IS WHERE I BUMPED INTO THE COFFEE TABLE!"
>She spins and shoves her ass end in the air.
"BUT MOSTLY I JUST LAND ON MY BUTT!" She says, pointing to it and shaking.
"IT'S SO PLUSHY! LIKE I'VE GOT A CUSHION TAPED TO MY BUM!"
 
>Her hand flies out, as high as it will go.
>Her grin widens and a little gasp escapes from her berry-stained teeth.
>She pulls her forearm down with all her might.
>Every muscle goes into bringing her palm straight to the floor.
>It never reaches the floor. Instead, it collides with Derpy's right ass cheek, breaking the sound barrier as it connects.
>You see her hand hit it's target and time slows down.
>She bites her lower lip and the muffin she was holding crumbles under her convulsive grip.
>Her cheeks vibrate more than a gang banger's stero.
>The petals of her flower break and smack together like ocean waves under the sheer tectonic force of her ass.
>The last thing you experienced was the sound.
>That sickening, yet erotic crack like a whip.
 
>Little Anon heard it too, apparently.
>He was gunning to break a barrier of his own.
 
"HEHE! Told you!" she giggles, again pointing to her cherry-red cheeks.
"No bruises! just this little red mark."
 
>*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!*
 
>The grin is completely wiped from Derpy's face.
 
"OOH!" she exclaims.
"THOSE ARE THE NEXT BATCH!"
>She turns to you and bats her eyes.
"I made dark chocolate, Anon!"
"I heard you say it was your favourite flavour!" she states.
 
>She crawls along the carpet to the wall and climbs up it to standing position.
>Her eyes dart back to you once more.
"I really gotta get these before they burn!"
"I won't trip anymore. Promise!"
 
"Sit tight!"
>She spins and runs towards the kitchen
>Every limb and vestige of hers bouncing along the way.
>The kitchen is pretty open, so you've got your eye out for her whether she needs it or not.
>The oven doors fly open and that sweet smell assaults your nose.
 
>She slips on her oven mitts and reaches in for the tray.
>Obviously no one ever taught this girl how to kneel.
>Her legs remain straight as her entire upper body hinges at the waist.
>Cheeks spread wide and nothing but a centimeter of soaked cotton to cover them.
>You can't help but lick your lips.
 
>A moment later and the oven door is shut, she's got the muffins on the counter and she's breathing them in like they're the last thing she'll ever smell.
>Somehow, you've ended up leaning against the door to the kitchen.
>Seems Anon Junior has once again taken control of your motor skills.
 
>Derpy, unaware you've moved closer, is fixated on the muffins, busy decorating.
>You feel a tightness in your jeans and notice you're still perfectly hard.
>You try readjusting for comfort, but a finger and a thump grab hold of your zipper.
>Derpy, merrily humming to herself, fails to hear the sound of a fly coming undone.
>You grit your teeth as you unwillingly drop your pants to the floor.
>She gleefully sways her hips as your rigid meat falls forth, twitching with anticipation.
>You're sweating now.
>"BONER!" you angrily whisper.
>"YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME, YOU MUST BE STOPPED!"
 
>"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Anonymous."
 
>Your cock springs forwards towards Derpy's fat bottom, like a dog pointing with it's nose.
>You nearly scream with each step you take towards her.
>She's gonna turn around, you think.
>You're gonna get caught.
 
>Derpy grabs hold of a muffin.
>Not just any, but the biggest muffin of the batch.
>She lifts it to her face and you can tell, even from behind, she's smiling.
 
"My..." she says, a sultry tone accompanying her voice.
"You're certainly a very... LARGE muffin.."
>Her eyes droop lower and she bites her bottom lip.
 
"All these pastries were supposed to be for Anon, only."
>She grasps the muffin with both hands, it's too large for her to hold in just one.
"But you just look so, delicious... I've just gotta have you all to myself."
>Her lips part and her tongue slips out.
>She glides her taste buds across the muffin head. A saliva trail glistens behind her tongue, along the muffin's crust.
>Boner has reached critical mass.
 
"Mmmmmmmmm" she moans.
"Ohhh, you DO taste good!"
>She kisses the tip once before bringing the muffin to eye level.
"You know, I love muffins. The taste, the smell."
>She brings the muffin closer.
"The feel..."
 
>She lets out a slutty giggle.
"And one thing I like about BIG muffins like you?"
>She inhales sharply.
"Well, I find the bigger the muffin..."
"...the longer it lasts."
 
>The next moment, the muffin's gone.
>She swallowed the thing.
>Whole.
 
>*GULP*
"Ooh!" she says.
"Got a little carried away."
 
>Your dick sprouts fucking wings and flies.
>Flies straight towards Derpy's completely unexpecting plot.
 
>"BONER!" you cry.
>"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
 
>"ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL!"
 
>Cock held tight in hand, you slip your entire length between Derpy's childbearing thighs.
 
"WOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" is the first thing you heard.
>Then a "HEY!", an "UHH?!", an "Ooh!", and finally an "Ahhhhhhh~"
 
"A-ANON! W-WHAT'S GOI-"
>You cover her mouth with one hand and bend her over the counter with the other.
>You force your body against hers and hold her against the marble.
 
>Removing your hand from her back, you raise it in the air and bring it down upon her ass with a resounding smack.
>*SLAP*
>Her entire body shivers.
>She snaps her head back, her mouth breaking free from your grip.
"AAHAHHHAHHHHHH!~" she screams.
 
>You raise your palm high, preparing for another strike.
>*SLAP*
*GASP* "A-ANONEE!!" she cries.
>Her frame tenses up, yet her regions devoid of muscle, breasts and buttocks specifically, continue to wobble and tremor.
 
>You flip her over and stare into her eyes for the first time since she left the living room.
>Her frontal body language tells a completely different story from her back.
>Oh, no.
>Much to your torment, she's visibly shaken, on the verge of tears and sniffling with each breath.
 
"Anon...." *SNIFF*
"W-why are you hitting me? I-I baked you your favorite muffins..."
>You fucked up. Bad.
>"Derpy..." you exhale.
 
"I-" *SNIFF* "Uhm, sorry that I ate one.."
>She hides her face in shame.
"Th-that's what you're mad about, isn't it?!" her voice raises.
"TH-THAT I A-ATE ONE?" she cries.
 
>The pressure valves have burst, tears fall freely from her cheeks, soaking her grey pull-over.
>Her breathing picks up and she's speaking in short, halted gasps.
"I'M" *hic* "SUCH" *hiigg* "A TERRIBLE" *hic* "FRIEND!"
 
"I-I'LL BAKE YOU A NEW BATCH!"
"I'LL NEVER EAT YOUR MUFFINS AGAIN! I PROMISE!"
"PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEEEEEE-HEE-HEEE-HEEEAAAAAAAAAAA!" she continues sobbing, her face falling into your shoulder and staining your shirt with her tears.
 
>She continues bawling into the nook of your collar, her forearms wrapped tight around your back.
>Apparently she has forgotten about the now soft cock situated between her legs.
 
>She hugs you tighter and screams into your chest, biting into your shirt and grinding her teeth against the fabric.
>This would be so precious if it weren't all your fault.
 
>You try calming her down.
>You reach both arms out and get to work.
>Patting her back.
>Petting the back of her scalp.
>Massaging her shoulder and the kissing the side of her neck.
>Slowly, but not completely, the sobbing dies down.
 
>You look down at the muffin tray and feel torrents of guilt.
>This is such a dumb chance. She eats your muffin and you come in palms-a-'blazin.
>You wonder if this is just the straw that broke the camel's back..
>Being the 'village idiot' must be hell.
>No one bothers to get to know her like you have.
>If it weren't for that ginger girl, you'd be the only friend she had.
>And what a terrible friend you are right now.
 
>Then it hits you.
>You eyes dart back towards the muffin pan.
>You reach for the best looking muffin you can find.
>A-ha! This one's perfect!
 
>You pat Derpy on the shoulder and peel her off you.
>Hah, damn if she ain't stronger than she looks.
>Head still hung low, she's mumbling something to herself in between gasps and sobs.
>Her breasts are stained with tears.
>That wonderful smell of bakery has left her hair.
>You pray to God to let this work.
>You saw it in a movie once, so it must be universally applicable.
 
>You wrap the pads of your fingers around Derpy's chin, lifting her eyes to meet your gaze.
>You've put on the most sincere smile you can manage as you raise the muffin between the two of you.
>She opens her mouth to speak but you shush her.
>Lady never spoke here in the movie.
 
>You kiss the muffin once before bringing it to her lips.
>She stares for what feels like an eternity, before cautiously taking a very, very small nibble off the crust.
>You bring your face closer to hers and take a small nibble from the muffin yourself.
>Nodding, you wordlessly signal it is again her turn.
>A bigger bite this time, and a slight curve upwards at the corners of her lips.
>Her eyes light up as you take another bite, same size as hers.
 
>Continuing until there's but one bite left, it is again Derpy's turn.
>Her smile fades and she puts her hand up in rejection.
"N-no." she says.
"These muffins are for you." she says, taking the last crumb and placing it against your lipa
>You smile, taking the bit between your teeth
>"Then they're mine to give as well."
 
>With muffin in mouth, you lunge at Derpy's lips.
>She goes bug-eyed, and soon melts into you, as you part her lips and force pastry with tongue deep in her throat.
 
>You sit on the cold tile for what feels like hours, comforting her.
>Frenching.. Heh, strange way to accept an apology, but she seems to be calming down.
>You affirm, between the lung-tearing, raspy hiccups, and an occasional tear or two, you never meant to hurt her.
>Each time you break your kiss, every breath you take is spent on emotionally weighted 'It's okay's and 'Shh, all right's.
 
>Your tongues dance together, shuffling and twirling in their pitch dark ballroom.
>Strands of chocolate-flavored saliva string your lips together, and slither down your chin.
>A few well-placed nibbles on Derpy's lower lip drives her mad, she's blushing harder than a rose.
>You didn't know a girl like her could be so passionate.
>Your heated session leaves you in a daze, and on your next breath you realize your back is pressed firmly against the kitchen floor.
>Derpy's eyes flutter with the intensity of a hummingbird's wings.
>She licks her lips and breathes deep before once again diving in to claim your mouth for her own.
>The feeling as her tongue slithers past your shut lips.
>The taste of her hot breath, as her taste buds bump along your teeth and brush against your inner cheek.
>You never want to leave this house.
 
>You notice your breaths become staggered and it becomes hard to breathe.
>You look down to see Derpy's massive bosom crushing your lungs.
>Her nipples dig into your skin each time she lowers her face to yours.
>Her breasts threaten to rip her top in two with each press against your torso.
 
>Then you notice something amiss.
>Derpy has stopped kissing you
 
>You look up to see Derpy, a look plastered on her face that just screams;
>"OOH, BUUUSTED!".
>She is looking straight into your eyes, she sees through your perversion.
"You're trying to oogle me up, aren't you, Anon?"
>A toothy smile crosses her face.
>"Whaaaaaaaaat?! Nooo! noo.. We're j-just friends. I was just apologi-j-ji-" You stammer.
>Derpy's left hand rests atop her right tit.
>She slowly drags her hand across her cleavage, pausing to sink her fingers into the crevice.
>It was like God shoving his hand in the Grand Canyon. A picture couldn't describe it.
>Finally, her palm reaches the collar of her shirt, just below her left shoulder.
>She grabs hold and tugs.
>Cotton tuns to skin as she pulls, more and more of her mesmerizing chest peeks out from behind the fabric with every inch repealed.
>Her boob pushes forth, eager to break free of it's tear-stained prison.
 
>Then you feel the cold-hard floor.
>'HOLD THE PHONE, OPERATOR!'
 
>"Derpy.." you say, reaching forth and returning her collar to it's natural state.
>"Wouldn't this be MUUCH better if we were somewhere a little more, I don't know?"
>"Comfortable?" you finish.
 
>Derpy gives you bedroom eyes.
"I've know the perfect place, Anon." she moans.
 
>She takes your hand and helps you to your feet.
>Leading you down the hallway, she shows you the stairs.
"First door to your left is my room." She smiles.
"I need to change into something a little more comfortable."
"Wait for me?" She playfully begs, making doggy paws with her hands.
>Damn, she can be sexy when she wants to be.
>Well, for the most part.
>Going up the stairs behind her, you watch her trip, and she falls ass first into your hands.
>She, however, is unfazed.
 
"My my, Anon."
"All that tension and still diligent enough to catch for the Yankees." she jokes.
"You're so good at catching things with your hands."
>She leans in and whispers.
"Wait until you find out how good I am at catching things with my mouth."
 
>With that, she saunters into the restroom, bumping her ass against the banister and pointing you to her room before shutting the door.
>You step over the threshold to her bedroom and strip to your boxers.
>Standing in the middle of the floor, you can feel little Anon shiver and wilt from what child services would call an abusive lack of attention.
>You gently pat his head, assuring him he hasn't been forgotten.
>"Patience is a virtue." you say.
 
>You tear off your socks and dive onto the bed.
>The covers press firmly against you and cover your sides as you descend.
>Her pillow flies up and lands on your head.
>You give it a good, hard sniff.
>Bakery scented, with just a tinge of her natural stench.
>You can't hide your goofed smile.
>Anon Jr. doesn't complain.
 
>The sheets have the same smell, but being closer to her nethers, her feminine odour is much, much more apparent.
>You give her pillow a good squeeze as you breathe deep for the upteenth time.
>Soft.
>But not as soft as her.
 
>A few minutes pass and you see her standing in the doorway.
>Wearing nothing but a smile.
 
>She looks you over and her stance goes rigid.
>That outline in your boxers is pronounced, her eyes scan you up and down, hovering over your crotch for the longest time.
>She's just standing there, unmoving.
>Analysing you as if you're a predator about to pounce.
>She's not intimidated, is she?
 
>You give your hips a little thrust, sending your rod bouncing against the fabric of your underwear.
>Your cock slips under the elastic, and a dribble of pre-cum flies forth and lands on your belly.
>Awareness returns to her face and she hastily wipes the drool from her lips.
>You congratulate yourself on breaking her trance.
 
>She attempts to play off her being distracted, easing up her frame and giving you a sly smile.
"Trying to melt me into a puddle?" she chuckles.
 
>She pushes off and begins sauntering towards you, chin held high.
"I've been baking you another batch of muffins, Anon." she says.
"They've been baking for twenty two long years."
>The box springs scream under her weight as she jumps on the bed, her breasts bounce independently of one another.
>She picks up one of her tits and licks around her nipple, circling it.
>She stops to suck on it before letting it go.
"Mmmmmm.."
"Yeah. I'd say they're ready to eat."
 
>She crawls towards you on hands and knees, licking her lips and face plastered with determination.
>Her chest puffs out and she shakes her rack a bit, teasing you.
 
>Wait. No, wait she's not teasing, at least not on purpose.
>She's wasn't even making an attempt to shake.
>She's struggling to crawl, on ALL FOURS.
>What a klutz.
 
>As she tries to regain her balance, her hand slips.
>She lets out a short-lived, but shrill yelp as her arms give way.
>Her face reaches terminal velocity before being stopped by the equal but opposite force that is your crotch.
 
End Part I
 
>This girl really is something else...
 
>Currently, Derpy finds herself buried nose deep in solid cock.
>Her face is turning a new shade of red with each passing second.
>How anyone could fail so bad at seduction, but be so incredibly cute at the same time is beyond you.
 
>Yet here she is.
>A girl that was baking you chocolate muffins an hour ago is now coating your undies in a hot mixture of breath and the condensation accompanying it.
>She looks up and smiles sheepishly, a strand of her golden locks hiding her eyes.
"Oops." she utters.
 
>You don't know a single soul that could withstand smiling back.
>Her face almost seems to glow as you give her a reassuring nod, letting her know her little mishap did little to kill your burning lust.
>With that in mind, she reaches forth and brings a hand above your crotch.
>She stays her wrist. Her hand hovers just a few inches above your cock and her fingers twitch in anticipation.
>She looks to you once more for approval, puppy dog eyes laced with hunger.
 
>"Pfft! You've already sunk your face into it, why would I say no to a hand?" You tease.
>She rolls her eyes, not exactly the film-worthy quote she was hoping for.
"What a smooth-talking gentleman." she jokes.
 
>Her forearm sinks as her tender palm makes contact with the outline of your throbbing member, the two of you separated by only a half millimetre of cloth.
>Slowly, her fingers contort around your pipe organ, she gingerly squeezes a few times before switching to a gliding motion.
>She works her hand up and down the full length of your cock, stroking it like a kitten.
 
>Her hand finds its way to the edge of your boxers.
>She tries not to dig her nails into your stomach as she grabs hold of the elastic.
>It does not work, and she scrapes you along your love handles as you feel the boxers peel from your waist.
>She tears them down to your ankles and stops, after fidgeting with them for half a minute, she must have realized how incredibly awkward she looked fighting a pair of boxers to come completely off.
 
>Soon she's back at your midsection, staring in awe at your junk.
>Her hand again finds its way to your rod, rubbing and kneading it with the precision of a baker's hand.
>She lowers her face to just inches above your member.
>Her lips pucker and she gives a little peck on your sack.
>She uses her free hand and grabs you by the balls, twirling and massaging them between her fingers as her tongue works its way from the base of your cock to the head.
>Her tongue swirls around the tip, lapping up all your pre-cum, strings of saliva and semen trailing from her lips.
>By the time her tongue does it's fifth lap around your helmet, you are overcome with pleasure.
>You involuntarily buck your hips, startling Derpy and sending a few spurts of pre flying, landing on her face.
>She wipes your fluids off her face with an index finger, and slowly sucks from the length of the digit.
 
"Getting antsy are we?" she asks playfully.
 
>Her torso drops to the bed and her tits jiggle upon impact.
>She reaches out and grabs hold the base of your cock, lifting it straight in the air.
>Pulling herself forwards, she gives the head one final kiss.
 
>Her lips part.
>Her jaws stretch wide.
 
>A warm, gooey sensation envelops your cock, and you throw your head back in ecstasy.
>The last thing you see before shutting your eyes is a huge bulge protruding from Derpy's throat.
 
>Strings of spit glisten as they flow down your dick.
>Derpy's contorting and stretching her jaw just to fit your size.
>She traces up and down your taint with her index finger as she sucks away.
>A moan escapes her throat with every bob of her head.
 
>After a few minutes, she removes her mouth from your member, making a loud sucking noise as her lips part with your tip.
>She tilts her head and gives the bottom of your cock a dripping-wet hickie.
>She begins licking and sucking along the side of your cock, as if it were an ear of corn.
>Her hair tickles your belly, putting you on edge.
 
>When she reaches your head, she swallows long and hard.
>Trying to take all of you in her throat, tears forming.
>She works her throat muscles and swallows, squeezing your rod until it feels like it's gonna pop.
>She gags whenever she swallows too much.
>Which is all too often.
 
>She's been at this for damn near twenty minutes and you're slowly losing your mind.
>Right now you're somewhere between bliss and nirvana.
>You lose all motor control and your reflexes kick in, instinctively thrusting your hips up, begging for release.
>Derpy was balls deep on you as you bucked.
>Her eyes shot open and she slid you out of her throat.
>She hacks and heaves over the bedside.
 
"Jeez, Anon! You're gonna scar my esophagus!" she croaks.
"Am I gonna have to tie you down?"
 
>You ponder this for a moment.
>On one hand, your fantasy.
>On the other hand, an aloof goofball knotting you up and forgetting about you..
>...
>"Nah, I'll stop, promise." you plead.
>Your eyes catch glimpse of her twins.
>Two sweaty juggs, hanging there without a purpose but as eye candy.
>Let's fix that.
 
>"Ya know, if I'm a bit more than you can stand to swallow.."
>You lift a leg to her shoulder.
>"Why not put these babies to work for you?" you say, pushing the leg out and rubbing a foot into her cleavage.
 
>Smiling, she reaches down and pulls on your ankle, sinking your foot farther between her breasts.
"Hehe, what a good idea." she giggles.
 
>She raises her chest overtop your throbbing cock and lowers herself down upon it.
>You need to spread your legs even further apart to accommodate her knockers.
>Her chest expands and your cock is pressed tight against your gut as she takes in a lung full of air.
>She reaches between her mellons and pulls your cock forth, it glides on a cushion of sweat, saliva and cum into place, your head just barely pokes out.
>She lowers her neck and gives you a loving peck on your tip.
 
"I-If you don't mind, Anon... My girls can be a bit unruly at times." she says.
"Could you help me, help you?" she asks, taking your hands in hers and guiding them down to cup her soft breasts.
>You hold down the sides of her tits as she clamps overtop her nipples.
>You follow her lead, heaving her heavy D cups up the sides of your member, and dropping them with a thud against your crotch.
>It's milking your cock in a way you've never felt before.
>Your staff is so close to her heart you feel every beat.
>The pumping of her blood sends shockwaves across her breasts and vibrates your dick.
>It feels like you've stuck your dick in a stereo bass.
>Her tits clamp down around you as she takes a deep breath, threatening to never let you go.
>As she exhales, the pressure dissipates.
>You can feel each individual bead of sweat roll off your cock, after they had been squeezed from her pores.
 
"A-Anon.." she says, licking her lips.
"I, uhh... I-I'm ready.."
>Looking between her legs, you see a puddle forming on the sheets beneath her crotch.
 
>You're not the kind of man to keep a lady waiting.
>Especially if said lady is frothing at the mouth, craving a dicking.
>Here's a shining example if you've ever seen one
 
>"Fall into me." you command.
 
>She immediately complies. Hesitation and second thoughts are the farthest things from her mind.
>Your hands fly forth, and you catch her in your arms.
>You lower her delicate frame to your chest, her breasts squish against you ribcage as she tries to makes herself comfortable.
>You prop a pillow up against the headboard and lean back, arching forwards and giving her ample room to rest her bosom.
>She presses into you and pulls you into an embrace, nuzzling her head into your collar.
>You return the hug, squeezing her tight and gently rockinour  her in your arms.
>Her head rises from your shoulder and her face meets yours.
>She inches closer and slips her tongue between your lips, breaking the hug and pulling at the back of your head, forcing you into her kiss.
>You slip her a bit of tongue as well, gliding it across her teeth before sucking her dry as you retreat.
 
>You stare into her eyes as you break the kiss and free yourself from her grip.
>Her face contorts into one of pleasant surprise as your hand finds it's way past her midsection and over her rump.
>You gradually move your hands lower, spending minutes at a time feeling up and massaging her plump cheeks.
>You give her a playful spank, startling Derpy as a dampened 'crack' echoes throughout the room.
>Her torso lifts from your frame, her face is plastered with frustration.
>She glares at you and furrows her brow.
 
>"What?" you say, throwing up your hands in your defense.
>"I haven't forgotten about damned that muffin, girl." you tease.
 
>She gives you a playful punch and leans back into you, nudging further against your chest.
"I'm getting cold, Anon." she whimpers.
"Light my fire, Anon. I'm ready."
 
>Right.
>Placing your hands back against her ass, you move lower until the tips of your fingers begin curving inwards.
>She shakes and shivers as you pull them closer together.
>Her head rocks back and forth constantly as you draw near.
>Her hair brushes against your chest and taints your oxygen with it's intoxicating aroma.
>As you make contact with the petals of her rose, a tingle passes through her spine and she inhales sharply.
>Her gasps are short and near silent as you begin tracing the outline of her vagina.
>Every so often you make a full circle around her lips, stopping at halfway to push in on her clit.
>Her pupils dilate and she clings to you tightly, her every muscle tense.
>After a few more hasty traces, you stop and lift your hand to Derpy's mouth.
>Offering your index finger, she takes the entire length inside, slathering it about and coating it with her spit.
 
>She lets you go, and you eagerly return your hand to it's post.
>You pull her into a kiss and work up your speed, testing your limits and teasing her outer walls.
>You slide your index in first, then the middle, ring, and pinkie.
>She screams into your mouth as you flex your digits inside her.
>Taking your free hand, you pull her closer into the kiss as you work her cunt in ways she never thought possible.