Out Camping Innawoods With S'Mare (S'more pony)


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                                            >Out camping innawoods with S'Mare (Sweet Mare, you're not sure if it's her real name but you haven't cared enough to ask)

                                            >When you gave her the shortened nickname she giggled a lot and loved it, so it stuck

                                            >She's a bit weird like you but still kind and cute

                                            >Awfully sweet too

                                            >You can't get enough of hanging out with her especially when out camping, the forest smells and crisp air

                                            >Unfortunately you forgot to bring the s'more supplies, which is a bummer because s'mores are your favorite treat, hers too

                                            >Funnily enough she looks like a s'more, her two-tone dark chocolate and white mane reminding you of the melty goodness

                                            >Her tan coat and golden-bronzed freckles (present on both sets of cheeks) bring to mind honeyed graham crackers and you honestly have trouble not salivating sometimes when seeing them on her butt next to her tail

                                            >"I can't believe you forgot the s'mores Anon! You had one job! One!"

                                            "Sorry Mare, I totally spaced and thought it was your turn"

                                            >Darn, isn't this a sorry sight, sitting at the campfire with no smores

                                            >"Well thanks to your mistake I'll have to go without, but at least you'll get to enjoy some..."

                                            >She's got a heavy blush on her cheeks as you glance over at her, but it appears she's made up her mind

                                            >She backs up her substantial rear into you, knocking you off the log and onto your sleeping bag

                                            >Swiftly she plants her soaked, dripping marepussy on your face

                                            >Her heated lips are almost too hot, like a piping hot marshmallow on the verge of melting off the stick

                                            >For whatever reason you don't question it and notice your tongue is already hard at work eating her out

                                            >Each wink bathes your senses with her marejuice, the rich and sweet flavor of s'mores washing over your tastebuds

                                            >"YES I KNEW YOU LOVED ME TOO ANON, YESSSSS"

                                            >You're harder than you've ever been in your life but the only thing that matters to you now is making her moan out in ecstasy

                                            >So you eat her out with all you've got

                                            >She squirms her heavy, round flank on your face, sometimes lifting up when feeling too much stimulation only for you to pull her back down

                                            >Her weight is so pleasant and warm you lose track of time, surrounded by her moans and scent

                                            >Atop the light tones of mare sweat the smell of s'mores and a hint of wood smoke - pine & oak, entrance you

                                            >Eventually as your jaw and tongue are getting sore her winking speeds up

                                            >Her tunnel clenches around your tongue rapidly as you focus on that special spot inside her

                                            >"Anon! YES! I'M-"

                                            >Her breath catches and she orgasms hard, silent except for the squishing as she squirts all over your face, into your mouth

                                            >With this orgasm her mare juice gets thicker and stickier, like melted marshmallow

                                            >You shoot off in your pants as she rides her wave, the whole thing is that hot

                                            >When you get your wits back, she's laying on your chest

                                            >After catching your breath you lift your head to see her looking back at you with love, her hot swollen marehood still winking

                                            >"We're sharing the sleeping bag tonight, stud"


                                            BONUS pictures provided by my friend Batsy/TheBatFang:

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