We don’t need a piece of skin to prove our purity. Anal sex I dreamed of this so many times.”
My tongue took another long lick through her folds before I parted them with my fingers. “Oh, yes! Her skin tasted so wonderful, that spicy cinnamon tingling on my lips, that I burned to find out if she tasted equally delicious between her thighs. I had bought myself at most a month. Her head shook, caressing my other nipple. Her horn slid past my neck. I pressed in deep, my nose brushing her folds. I squeezed them, her hard nipples caressing my body. Her seed filled me. “Oh, that’s wonderful,” I moaned, stroking her muzzle up to her horn. Willoweyes wouldn’t leave me if I came with her. It was the best orgasm yet—my unicorn gave it to me. You don’t come anymore.”
“Oh, yes! You mean mated?”
I nodded my head. What’s wrong?”
“It was Anton…”
Willoweyes let out a loud, snorting neigh. “Maybe we should…”
“What’s wrong?” Willoweyes asked. My cock is bathed in your love! Her skin was so silky.
