Pictures And Fashion Go Down South
Hoity Toity was in largely responsible for himself. He always got up on time for school, got there on time, did his homework, but this wasn't what made him stand out. Everyone at school noticed that he had expensive looking tastes from the way he dressed himself. Every day he would go to school dressed in his fancy lapels with his purple tinted glasses with his hoof-styled mane in an elegant coiffure, half of which was ever so lightly tinted to matched his ashen-blue coat colour
Little did the other ponies know it was all just a guise.
Hoity Toity had an identical twin brother, and if you asked him how it was having an identical twin brother he would tell you it's awesome. There was also his older brother, mum, and dad. Technically Hoity Toity was the youngest of the three, his twin being older by a few minutes but that didn't stop his brother from constantly poking fun at his "baby brother".
As time went on, he could feel his spirit getting smaller and smaller, Hoity knew he had to create his own sense of individuality, and that's where his taste in fashion comes from. Dressing fancy-like made him feel independent, but the other stallions picked on him for it. Even though having a twin was awesome, he kind of overshadowed Hoity, and his parents doted on his older brother too much and didn't pay a lot of attention to Hoity.
Hoity would often spend time in his room making his own, fancy clothes from second-grade materials such as old shirts he cleaned and bleached to give them the designer look as best he could. He knew that proper designer labels that cost hundreds and hundreds of bits wouldn't make him feel better about himself, and that adds to the reason he made his own clothes. It wasn't really making the clothes that he liked, he loved wearing his creations, they made him feel special, and they made him stick out from the crowd. As much as Hoity liked being unique, he had to tolerate the odd looks that he got on a daily basis for dressing up the way he did.
Getting up this one particular morning, he could somehow feel today at school was going to be different. Putting on his usual attire he stepped out the door feeling just that little bit better about himself .
When he got to school, there was little of the usual bullying, albeit it was minor. Ponies just poked at his sense of fashion. When he walked further down the corridor, he found out why no one was picking on him
They had found a new target.
A light cyan-sky-blue mare with ghostly white hair streaked with the lightest of grey was sitting down in a corner at the end of the hall with three ponies Hoity recognized as often picking on him, joined by one unfamiliar stallion. He watched in horror as they called her names, poked her with their hooves, and belittled her. All Hoity could do is stare with a weight on his heart, he knew too well if he tried to intervene they would beat him up.
After the bell rang and the jerky stallions scattered for their classes, Hoity walked up to the mare in the corner, and he could clearly see tears in her eyes.
"Are you alright there, miss?" He reached out with a hoof, and she flinched ever so slightly. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."
The mare took his hoof and used it to lift herself up, where she wiped her tears away and straightened her saddlebage. Hoity noticed her cutie mark; a small purple starburst with two smaller stars and a camera offset above them.
"Thank you," she replied with a rather thick foreign accent. "I must get to class," she ushered, running off down the corridor and hanging a sharp left. Hoity couldn't help but stare down after her in wonder. To him, she was one very pretty mare.
The rest of the day consisted of Hoity during classes day dreaming about this mare he had run into in the halls. He felt better about himself for helping her, although not in the way he would have liked to. When school let out for the day, he was idly walking through the corridors leading to the main entrance hoping to catch a glimpse of the mare from the morning. He never caught her name, but that was about to change. In the crowd of ponies, he caught a glimpse of her darting out the front door and Hoity found himself pushing past everyone in a rush to catch up with her.
Running out to the curb, he caught up with her.
"Hello, ma'am?"
The mare looked up at him with a disinterested scowl but her eyes widened when she saw Hoity.
"Oh, it is you, sir! Ahem, I do apologize," she began in her thick accent, "but I never caught your name. I was too busy trying to get to class on time."
Giving a small chuckle, Hoity introduced himself. "My name is Hoity Toity madame, and yourself? You ran off before I too could get your name."
With a grim she also introduced herself. "I am Photo Finish."
"I must ask, your accent is so exotic. Where do you come from?"
"Germaeny. Thank you, by the way, for helping me this morning."
"Tis not a problem. Please, allow me to walk you home and keep those ruffians at bay."
The next week saw the pair getting closer together. They would both keep an eye on each other where they could, but for the both of them it is more of an excuse to oogle each other. They ate lunch together, studied, and took turns walking one another to their respective houses.The bullies kept away from them more and more, and that did wonders for their morale. Hoity didn't have to worry about going home just to be largely ignored, and Photo Finish... Well, Hoity never did find out why she was getting picked on in the halls. He wanted to see if it was something he could help with, but didn't know how to approach it.
One Friday night, Hoity told his father that he was going over to one of his friends for the night to study. While that was ninety percent of the truth, Hoity didn't say with whom. His father said to ask his mother, and mother said it was ok too. They didn't ask where the house was, who his friend was, or when he would be back. Some part of him wandered how long it would take before they realised he was gone, but he shook those thoughts, packed his things and headed over to Photo Finish's house.
Their evening consisted of studying for the most part, but Hoity couldn't help but notice that Photo Finish was behaving rather strange towards him. Half-lidded sensual looks she gave him with her eyes, talking in a low, soft spoken voice. Photo Finish insisted on sitting right next to Hoity, basically so close that you couldn't slip a credit card between the pair.
"Now," began Hoity. "This will be interesting to show you. When we take one hundred and eleven million, one hundred thousand and eleven, one hundred and eleven, and multiply it by itself what do we get?" he turned to look at her, a smirk on his face. It was an interesting equation he read of in a book a while ago, but when Photo Finish turned to look at him, time seemed to stand still.
When she looked into his eyes, something happened that ignited a fire in his heart. Hoity felt comfortable around this mare, he knew he could trust her. He did the first thing that came to mind. Closing his eyes, he leant in for a kiss. Hoity had never done this before, kissing a mare. He was sure he was doing it wrong, and after a few awkward seconds, he pulled away. He noticed that she didn't refuse or try to push him away, but Photo Finish just sat there in awe at his act.
Blushing fiercely, he looked away to save face. "I... I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
"Hey." was all he get as a reply. Hoity wanted to look at Photo Finish, but he felt too embarrassed to. All that came next was a hoof sliding under his chin, forcing him to look at Photo Finish. He didn't object, Hoity just let her. When he was looking back into her eyes, Photo Finish closed hers and kissed him back. For him, this was unexpected.
Hoity melted into the kiss, he felt every ounce of stress every knot in his back melt away at the touch of this mares soft lips. He was in heaven. The kiss lasted several more seconds, before it was mutually separated. The moment wasn't lost at the parting of the lips, it was still there. He knew he had something special with this mare. Granted it had only been a couple weeks since they met, the experience was nothing short of enjoyable, and he relished every moment they spent together.
"I... uh... wow," was all that escaped from Hoity's lips. Photo Finish couldn't help but chuckle at his stammering.
"Now, about that equation. It's too big and too long to write on paper." she reached for the calculator, and punched the numbers in. 111,111,111 X 111,111,111 and hit enter. The result came up as 12,345,678,987,654,321. Scanning the number over a few times, she realized it read the same backwards as it did forward. "Hmm, that is a cool little trick!" she mused. Looking over to the clock on the wall, Photo saw the time to be a little after 11pm. "Oh my, I didn't realize what time it was! I suppose we'd better get to sleep, don't you think, Hoity?"
He have a nod, and closed all his books packing them away in his saddle bags. They would probably do a bit more tomorrow, but he didn't want to lose anything by leaving it out. Photo did him the favour of setting up the couch. She only had her bed, unfortunately for him. Part of Hoity wandered what it would be like to sleep in bed with her, but that much was too soon.
Despite sleeping on the couch, Hoity had a rather nice sleep. A great sleep, that is. He fell asleep with that warm feeling deep in his chest, and slept well knowing he had met someone that meant something to him.
The following morning he woke up earlier on a Saturday than was normal for him. Hoity went to check on Photo, but she was still asleep. He hadn't had a shower since yesterday morning, and being stuck on a warm couch with an overly warm feeling brewing within him... Well, he felt the need to shower. The bathroom was opposite Photo's room, and there were two towels on the heating rack opposite the glass door, so he was grateful he didn't have to go hunting for a towel.
Showers in Equestria are different, they're larger more than anything and take up a lot of space so ponies can move around easily enough. Showers came with a non-slip mat on the floor so ponies can twist about washing themselves without the worry of slipping over, and an attachment on the wall that brushes slotted into for ease of cleaning where earth ponies and pegasi couldn't but unicorns could with their magic. That or Hoity had to have additional help to clean himself. Not that he would mind though.
He slipped a brush into the holder, turned on the hot water and began to wash. The thought of additional help, especially from Photo herself, made his insides stir at the thought. He couldn't help but wander what it would be like to be washed down by a mare, and the more he thought about it he realized his insides wasn't the only thing stirring. Looking down, he saw his member had begun to emerge from its sheath, and was now dangling flaccid.
This wouldn't have been a problem if he was at home, but he was a guest in this household and this is being very indecent. But... somehow it didn't bother him as much as it should. He sat on his haunches and began to picture the events of late last night in his head.
The kiss...
Photo's warm lips...
The heat of the moment...
The more he thought about it, the more stiff he felt his cock grow in his hooves. Just from idle stroking up and down, careful not to do anything that would constitute wanting to 'finish'.
Completely lost in thought, he heard the door open and saw Photo step into view. He quickly stood back up doing his best to cover himself as best he could. Photo gave a high pitched shriek when she walked in and saw Hoity in the shower.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I forgot you stayed over and wandered why the shower was going oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" Photo blurted out, exiting the room post haste, leaving a stunned Hoity sitting in the shower.
He quickly finished bathing, shut off the shower and dried himself, made sure nothing was... 'exposed'... and apprehensively walked out into the hallway where he found Photo Finish sitting on the couch fidgeting with her hooves.
"I'm... sorry you had to see that, Photo. I shouldn't have done that, but I was thinking of last night and I just..."
Photo Finish didn't say anything, but just gave him a quick peck on the cheek and quickly shyed away, blushing.
Hoity decided to reply with a very enthusiastic kiss, which was far more engaging than the simple peck they had shared moments ago. There was something different about it this time, though. Kissing was no longer as far as they could go. A wave of heat rushed through his cheeks the realisation of what they were about to do became apparent.
Photo Finish seemed to be thinking a lot less about the significance of their actions, instead simply losing herself in the moment. Photo decided she had the right idea, and focused all of her attention on the stallion next to her.
The kisses continued for several minutes, but soon Hoity sheepishly trailed off after a second sudden realization. “Uh, Photo…”
The mare frowned in concern. “What’s wrong?”
Hoity felt like an absolute idiot, but there was really no avoiding it. “W-what do I do?”
“I… have no idea.”
For a moment, they just sat there, panting slightly. Then, in a moment of brilliance, an idea popped into Hoity’s mind. “Hey, d’you remember when you walked in on me in the shower?”
“Yes…”
“Do… do you remember what I was doing?” he blushed lightly, but considering what they were trying to do, it wasn’t really a big deal now, but he still felt embarrassed bringing it up.
Photo Finish smirked a little. “You were… touching yourself.” Her nostrils flared and her breath quickened, both very good signs in Hoity's opinion.
“Only a little bit,” he mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“It looked like more than a little bit,” she giggled. “You had the most adorable look on your face, too.”
“Okay, okay. You made me crazy-horny from last night and I needed to blow off some steam. Happy?"
“Quite.” She really did look rather pleased with herself.
“But, uh, I was thinking that if I can make myself feel good by doing that, I… could try it on you?” As soon as the words left his mouth, Hoity wanted them back.
"Are you implying that I am missing some equipment?" Photo Finish asked with a raised eyebrow. She could see the blush deepen under Hoity's fur, and she couldn't help but giggle and give him a playful nudge. "I'm only joking!" she quipped "I know what you mean anyway."
Hoity Toity snickered too, and he leant down to give Photo Finish a warm, firm kiss on her lips.
“Okay,” Photo Finish replied. Granted, it wasn’t casual, and she sounded a bit hoarse, but the speed of her response still shocked Hoity.
Hoity leaned in for a grateful smooch. “Can you tell me if I do it right? Just say something whenever it’s good or bad.”
“Okay.” The blue mare’s chest was rising and falling rapidly now, and she was swallowing every few seconds, but she didn’t break eye contact for a moment. Hoity realized he probably looked the same.
His hoof shook as he trailed it down Photo Finish’s belly and over the entrance just beyond it. She gasped and her eyes widened.
Hoity wanted to punch himself. “Sorry, sorry! Too fast?” In the second it took for Photo Finish to reply, Hoity savoured the fact that something warm and sticky was now dripping off his hoof. There was absolutely no doubt about it now, Photo Finish was into it.
“N-no, it’s fine. I just… haven’t felt that feeling before. I don’t, um, touch myself.”
“Ever?”
Photo Finish nodded, now constantly blushing as she too realized what was happening. “Hoity, this is amazing, are we really doing this?” she gushed, unable to contain her excitement any longer.
“I’ve only touched you once,” giggled Hoity.
Every fibre of his upbringing was screaming at Photo Finish that her next words would be unbelievably depraved and that she should definitely never say them.
“Perhaps you should fix that,” she whispered, embracing the thrill of saying something so completely… dirty! She almost clapped her hooves excitedly before remembering she had to act like a grown mare.
“Y-yes ma’am.” Hoity lowered his hoof once more, this time taking a moment to tickle Photo Finish’s inner thighs (which elicited a very satisfying squeak) before attending to the main prize. He lightly pressed against the centre of his marefriend’s wetness and waited for her tense body to relax slightly.
Then, ever so slowly, he began to rub. Just tiny little motions at first; up and down, up and down. But the longer he did it, the easier it became. The fact that his hoof was now completely slicked in Photo Finish's love-juice only made it that much simpler.
Photo couldn’t hold back her little moans any longer. The mood solidified, bringing with it a mature sense of purpose. They were seriously doing this. Hoity couldn’t believe what he was doing; lying next to his gorgeous marefriend and watching her squeal and groan on the edge of his hoof. It was everything he had imagined when he was by himself and more.
“H-Hoity-y-y-y-y,” whispered Photo Finish, each rub of her lover's hoof causing the drawn-out moan to stutter a little. “I think I’m…”
“Shh,” hushed the ashen blue stallion. “Just let go and do it. I wanna look into your eyes as you finish.”
Photo looked up at her love, her face expressing more than words ever could. Hoity leaned in closer to try to push her over the edge with dirty talk. If it sounded so good when the photographer did it, why not him?
“Does that feel good, Photo Finish? Do you like it?”
The sweating earth pony reacted instantly, using her thighs to press Hoity’s hoof harder against her. The stallion rubbed even harder, enthused by seeing the classy mare losing control.
“I guess you do, don’t you? You love it.”
“Hoityyyyyyy…” she whined, bucking her hips in a desperate attempt to get even closer to the source of her pleasure.
“You’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you? You want it so badly I can see it in your eyes.”
And that last bit of dirty talk was the tiebreaker. Photo Finish let out a low, elongated moan as she bit her lip and looked straight into Hoity’s eyes, just like he wanted. Hoity got to watch every second of his marefriend’s first orgasm as it passed through her body like a sonic rainboom.
His hoof was splattered with something very hot, and Photo Finish’s limbs were digging into the couch with all of their strength, but it was her eyes that held his attention the most. Seeing every wave of pleasure hit her, watching her lose focus and shudder with the rest of her body, that was the stallions true reward.
It was a good few minutes until Photo Finish stopped shaking, and another good few minutes before she could talk. “Y-you are the m-most amazing pony…” she started, trying her hardest to say something meaningful while still recovering her senses.
Hoity hushed her again. “Shh, just relax. You can tell me how great I am later.”
Hoity stopped after that, thinking he had hit the epitome of what that special moment could offer, He cleaned his hoof of Photo's juices, as she took her turn in the shower. They only studied for another hour before Hoity said he had to get home to have his daily chores done. He spent Sunday how he normally does; just lay in bed for a good portion of the day, get up and have breakfast, then go for a walk, then spending the rest of his day doing whatever took his fancy.
The following day at school, neither he nor Photo Finish could wait to get back to Photo's house to do a bit more study like they planned, and when school let out they found themselves rushing back to her house.
They passed a few other shell-shocked students as they made their way down the winding corridors to the exit, walking with a fast pace to Photo's house. As Photo Finish fumbled with her keys she managed to get the front door open. She was feeling a very different kind of anguish. Hoity walked quickly at her side, and she could see the excitement flashing in her eyes.
Hoity had no idea that his lover had been secretly researching a few things. She probably thought they were going to fumble about like the first time, and Photo couldn’t blame him. As amazing as it had been, she still felt incredibly embarrassed about it. She just sat there like a dead fish while he did everything! It was enough to make her turn red, even now. But no longer. She would redeem herself and give Hoity everything he deserved.
Hearts racing, they slipped into the bedroom and shut the door, but not before Photo ducked into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She felt silly, but her research had stressed the importance of hygiene so she did it anyway, but that wasn't the true reason for having minty fresh breath... When she returned to her lover’s side, she received a powerful kiss, full of breath and heat and almost-vocalised expressions of desire.
Hoity led the way at first, taking Photo Finish to the bed with undisguised urgency. She loved it; seeing Hoity so worked up made her feel incredibly wanted. She bit her lip and fluttered her eyelashes, knowing how much such actions were appreciated. Photo Finish giggled demurely and rubbed her thighs together in a sensuous motion. Hoity was practically drooling.
Unlike last time, she felt like she had the upper hand. Even as Hoity clambered on top and started kissing her again, she still felt powerful. When a hoof began sliding down her stomach, she brushed it away. Photo Finish pushed with her hind legs and rolled over, so she was sitting on top of Hoity. The stallion was blushing like mad, his pupils wide and length growing.
Photo Finish stopped kissing him and slipped her hooves around her partner’s, pinning Hoity to the bed with a surprised squeak. Presenting her most mischievous smile, she winked. From the way Hoity was reacting to this new burst of assertiveness, this would be a very quick rendezvous.
Following the instructions she had memorized, she planted kisses down Hoity’s chest, sliding lower as she did so. Hoity seemed to understand what was about to happen, as he breathed even faster and started mumbling, “Oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez.”
Once she had reached her goal, Photo Finish paused. Suspense was crucial, according to the guides. She was close enough that Hoity could feel her warm breath on the head of his penis. Looking up at the poor stallion, she was delighted to see him squirming and biting his lip. Oh yes, this wouldn’t take long at all.
Photo Finish planted little kisses across Hoity’s thighs, intentionally avoiding the one place both of them were aching to touch. She was rewarded with a rather delicate dribble that ran down onto the sheets. She considered it a visual cue that the time had come to dispense with suspense, and slowly, she leaned in and tasted her love.
Whining helplessly, Hoity writhed as much as he was able without moving away from his lovers exceedingly daring tongue. The sheets were rapidly becoming wetter with a combination of sweat and other liquids. For her part, Photo Finish found herself getting extremely excited as well. She was really doing it! She wasn’t a complete failure in bed after all! Soon, Hoity would cum in her mouth, and thought alone made her start grinding her thighs together.
Her cheeks burning, Photo Finish sheepishly slid her tongue along the underside of Hoity's thickening cock, making more room to take him deeper.
Exploring as deep as she could and committing to memory every texture and taste her tongue encountered. Struck by a thought, she brought her mouth up momentarily to vigorously suck on the head of Hoity's flared member. The result was everything Photo Finish could have hoped for.
Hoity screamed, his voice cracking and entire body tense as the orgasm tore through him. Photo Finish quickly brought her mouth back down, which seemed like the right thing to do considering how much wetter the sheets would have suddenly become if she hadn’t. Her eyes went wide as Hoity continued to moan and squeal in absolute ecstasy. It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen: her lover, completely consumed by pleasure.
The feeling of Hoity's thickness pulse in her mouth was absolutely divine, but the rush of liquid forced her to focus on swallowing instead. Goodness there’s a lot of it. Photo Finish tried swallowing as much as she could, coughing around Hoity's cock inadvertantly letting some dribble down onto his crotch.
While she waited for Hoity to regain his sensibilities, Photo Finish shamelessly licked and sucked any last drops out and off of of her lover. Well, maybe there was a little bit of shame, but it's the kind of shame that made her dirty, and she was loving every minute of it. Photo couldn't help but dream of that stout pole ramming her from behind, letting all sense of normality fly out the window getting rooted like a savage beast.
I’m allowed to do this! She justified in her head. It’s perfectly normal! The internet told me so!
“Ohhhh, filly,” Hoity croaked. He raised his heavy head and looked down at his dutiful lover. “I, uh, probably should have warned you I can be a bit… messy.” After a moment, she pulled herself up slightly further, looking worried about how much of the sheet had been soaked. Upon finding it was was almost completely dry aside from a few drops, she raised an eyebrow. “Huh? It tasted way more fantastic than I would have ever thought...” he trailed off as he noticed Photo Finish’s scarlet cheeks and wet mouth. His eyes widened. “You… really?”
“The internet said it was okay!” She blurted out, feeling more ashamed by the second.
“It is!” Hoity quickly assured, looking almost… flattered? “I sorta thought you’d find it gross.” He scratched his head and looked away, clearly embarrassed.
Seized by a surge of confidence and daring, Photo Finish crawled up to see Hoity face-to-face. “You taste fantastic,” she whispered.
“You are fantastic,” Hoity replied hoarsely. “When did you learn to do that?” He looked at his hooves. “Jeez, I’m still shaking,” he chuckled.
“I looked a few things up on the computer. It… gave me a lot of ideas.”
“From now on, I give you complete, unconditional permission to try out every single idea you come up with.”
Photo Finish beamed, though she was still feeling slightly awkward. “So… I was okay?”
“You were perfect.” Hoity pulled her in for a sweaty hug. After a few seconds, he lowered his voice. “And, uh, that thing you did with your tounge… that actually felt really nice. I’d never even thought about it before.”
Crawling up onto him again, her legs splayed either side of Hoity's crotch and salivated cock, Photo Finish wrapped her hooves around his neck and whispered into his ear with a tone dripping of heat and pure desire.
"Fuck me. Now."
Hoity's eyes widened and his semi-erect penis suddenly grew exponentially. Photo Finish could feel the shaft rubbing against her moistening opening.
Taking charge of the situation, Hoity spun his lover around so he was laying on top. He got up off of her, and instructed her to lay on her back with her flank raised high on the bed, and sliding a pillow under her head. Placing his left hoof on her left flank with a light slapping motion, Hoity used his spare hoof to align his painfully sensitive shaft against the pink entrance. The head looked almost too big to go in!
"Just do it already," she said with her voice reeking of lust. "Make me yours you delicious stallion!"
That was enough to drive Hoity over the edge, and he rammed his hips forward and instantly Photo Finish cried out in both pain and a mixture of pleasure. He took a few seconds to come to terms that he was actually fucking a willing mare. Never once did Hoity think he would ever be in this position.
"OH SWEET CELESTIA, YES!" cried Photo Finish. Panting heaving, she almost screamed back at Hoity. "Keep going, I want to feel every inch of you fill me up! "She felt the desire to push herself down over his shaft, but instinct told her otherwise.
Hoity put his other hoof on her flank for stability and slowly began pushing in. Photo Finish could feel every bump and vein being pushed into her, not to mention how fucking incredible it feels to have something fill a long awaited desire, in every sense of the word. She could feel his cock being pushed all the way into her agonizingly slowly, and she was desperate for more.
"Take me how you want, do me however you fucking want to!" The words leaving her mouth surprised the both of them.
Hoity became suddenly aware he had not just a willing mare on his hoofs, but one that seemed extremely willing to be taken, in any which way he pleased. He began pumping in and out of her moist, tight hole, breathing heavily as he did. Getting a feel for the rhythm, he began speeding up. It wasn't long before Hoity was pounding away at his lovers dripping pussy, slapping his crotch against hers as his balls slapped against her sensitive pink button every time he drove himself into her.
Hoity began to lose all sense of decency, when he began dragging his hooves down Photo's plot, exerting a shrieking erotic scream accompanied by an "OH FUCK!" He knew he couldn't go wrong at this point.
"Oh Celestia yes, fuck me harder, make this mare cum until she passes out!" Photo screamed.
Hoity's eyes widened and a grin spread across his face. Names. He can up the ante with demeaning name calling. "You best be shutting up or I'll plug your mouth again, you dirty mare." Not sure weather or not his first attempt at dirty talk worked well, he continued on and could clearly see her eyes nearly pop out of her head from pleasure. "When I'm done with you, you'll be nothing but a pile of sweat and cum!" he said through gritted teeth.
Photo Finish, too overcome with ecstasy and pleasure stuffed a couch cushion into her mouth and only let out a high pitched squeal as her pussy got rammed repeatedly. After what seemed like an eternity of primal sex, Hoity began to slow down slightly, much to the disappointment of his lover.
"What's wrong?" she called back with heavy breaths.
"I-, I..." was only what Hoity managed to get out.
She took the hint and quickly pushed him down on the couch and shoved Hoity's soaking cock into her mouth with all due eagerness, and much to his surprise. Photo Finish hilted Hoity, and when she did she felt another load of hot spunk erupt. This time, she managed to catch it all in her mouth, making sure Hoity could see her swallow this time.
Not caring about all the sticky mess they lay in, Photo finish climbed up the messy sheets and cuddled up next to a sweaty Hoity, reeking of after sex glow. She simply lay her head on his chest as he lay on the bed panting. After a few minutes of gathering his toughts about what happened, he looked down only to notice his new lover fast asleep on his chest.
Indeed, Hoity was feeling extremely proud of himself. He finally knew for certain that he wasn’t a complete failure in bed, and that fact alone was worthy of celebration. But for now, as Photo Finish dozed happily beside him, completely spent, he was content to simply smile and wait. He had finally found someone that would notice him, not having to do so much to impress his parents which went largely unnoticed. No longer will he feel left out, unwanted, or forgotten. He finally found something worth living for.
After all, tomorrow brings another day. He would have to wait until then to see where their relationship took them both.
