Anon orgasms from kissing Rarity


                                            >You are over at Rarity's.

                                            >A casual date had made its rounds to see a shitty movie together, enjoy a nice sodium-rich dinner and circled back around to her house for the evening.

                                            >You are now passionately making out with the alabaster sexy horse

                                            >your tongues and lips lock in heated reverie

                                            >your dick is rock hard, but neither of you are making any moves to progress to the next base

                                            >How in Equestria did she get her tongue to do that?

                                            >Its motions are supernatural, there's no way a simple muscle could move like that

                                            >She is so moist, warm, and fragrantly pleasant

                                            >Her mouth, that is

                                            >Not a bit of halitosis, just a wonderful palette of minty freshness with a hint of some of the lemongrass salad she had at dinner

                                            >Her horn lights up in a pinkish warm glow, ready to execute some erotic spell

                                            >here we go

                                            >Magical fields massage your mouths together, tickling your lips and mouth, as well as pushing your face more tightly into hers

                                            >Shouldn't we be grabbing each other's junk by now?

                                            >You remind yourself occasionally but keep forgetting as this tonsil horsehockey session is incredible.

                                            >you feel your body heating up, your dick is about to pop out of your pants, the front soaked with precum but you forget it's even there

                                            >her makeout game is just that good

                                            >she's straddling your waist, sitting on your crotch but all you can think about is kissing her deeper.

                                            >you hungrily eat at each other's faces, her lithe horse lips nibbling about across your cheeks and you struggling to keep up.

                                            >How long is this going to go on for? Is there even anything past this blissfulness?

                                            >You feel exhausted, your jaw is on fire, your tongue is about to fall off, you might actually pass out.

                                            >Rarity's eyes open a little with a fiery expression, her horn's magic flares and you coom in your britches

                                            >You feel another warmth wash over your crotch as she cums squash soup as well all over the front of your pants

                                            >What. The. Fuck. Did you both just finish the game at first base?

                                            >You wonder if you should be disappointed but you feel just as amazing as if you had won the world series

                                            >She pulls away from you with a trail of spit and smiles.