Voslar: Ah, a soft carpet underneath you, a warm fire crackling beside you, and a hard futanari cock in your mouth as you gently lick and suckle her to a slow, quiet orgasm. Her breath catching in her throat in a soft, "A-arse..." as her shaft pulses, rewarding you with the rich taste of unicorn semen deposited directly on your tongue. Taking your time, rolling her load around in your mouth, fully appreciating the taste before you finally gulp it down. A long unbroken strand of her seed stretching from the tip of that flare to your lips as you pull away. The feel of her lips against yours in an appreciative, affectionate kiss, uncaring of her own taste on you. The warm softness of her coat against your skin as you wrap your arms around her, spooning with your beautiful lover as the snow continues to fall outside. The rhythmic rising and falling of her chest as she drifts off to sleep, totally content, with you following swiftly behind, feeling as peaceful and satisfied as you ever have.
It's the simple things that matter most.
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