A Little Cream for a Lotta Coco

The Ninth Incident

Finish entered the backroom just as French planted a kiss on Coco’s lips. They both looked at her, Coco with surprise, French with pure seduction. French pulled Coco away and waved Finish over.

“Well, Photo Finish, it’s so lovely to see you,” French said, reaching out for Finish. “You have been so stressed lately. Why don’t you come and hang out with us?”

Coco nodded, putting on her own seductive smile. “Yes, Photo Finish, I’d do anything to help you de-stress.”

Finish flicked her tail, and let French wrap her hoof around her neck. The model brought Finish in between herself and Coco, letting their chests squish her in. Finish cooed, even more so when they pressed harder into her. Their double chins rested on top of her head as they continued to make out.

“Ooh, yes,” Finish cooed. “That’s it, girls. Keep going. Coco, go in and bite her lip. Have confidence.”

French bit first and began suckling. Coco moaned and pushed herself even further forward, squishing Finish in even more.

“That’s it, French Vanilla, show me what you got.”

French giggled. “I’ve had a lot of practice from Dark Chocolate.”

Dark Chocolate. Ooh, if only she were here. How much saucier this would get. She’s come to me and, with her aggressiveness, tell me to get away from her mare, and then hit me...

Finish felt her own hoof slap against her face.

“It is getting harder and harder to slip into these moments.” She sighed, got up, made sure her tail would stay down, and unlocked her office. “Oh well. I have no reason to be upset.” She stepped out of her room and went back to work.