Becoming locked in such a perverted position had the royal mare grunting feverishly, groaning with every wind-knocking thrust her servant performed with increased intensity after every cycle, sending Cadance into pitched whimpers that resonated along with the cascade of damp, wet thumps echoing between their ears. Her quivering slit hugged him, constricted his length, ensuring that with every pull upwards, some resistance would desperately drag him inwards, an action that would spur a flame beneath the mare's groin. She circled her eyes back, arched her spine, and grasped him, took every inch of his anticipated cock until whorish cries mewled from her lips, whispering into him, begging him for more, more thrusting, more bruising, anything that would come across her clouded mind as the bed beneath them rocked with his motions. Her fertile womb simply waited, waited for the burst of thick seed to cascade down her walls and invade her uterus, desperate to be bred by the virile breed pressing into her flesh. >>12006715
With a silent nod, Cadance ushered forward, glancing down at the formerly imprisoned length with an air of familiarity that briefly shown through a ravenous glare. The Princess of Love descended, allowing heated rolls of breath to be blasted down his length as she inhaled his scent, taking the changeling queen back to their first encounter. A sinister laugh, clouded with innocence, resonated past her lips. The pony princess shifted her bangs to the side and parted her lips, engulfing the man's crown into the temperate enclosure of her mouth for a thorough cleansing with her tongue. The drool-covered organ lapped around his nerves, prodded away at his peak, and slathered him with saliva, readying him for her throat. In the meantime, she glanced upwards, sending a flirtatious wink his way as a fist wrapped itself around his base for idle pumps, working in unison with her tongue to usher out any tangs of love for the hidden changeling to savor.