Voslar's Pastebin Clops

With those bumpy little ridges all along her engorged cockhead scraping and rubbing at your walls with every little movement she makes inside of you? That incredibly thick black cock flesh stretching your ass wide, eliciting whorish moan after whorish moan as inch after excruciating, blissful inch disappears inside you?

The pressure of her hoof on your back keeping you gently but firmly bent over, earth pony strength more than a match for your own. The soft pat pat pat of her furry hips slapping against yours, her cutie mark pressing into you over and over as though to remind you who’s in charge. The hot, warm drizzle of copious amounts of precum leaking into you, gradually easing the speed of her thrusts as they come faster and faster, more and more forcefully. The burst of rapidly mounting anal pleasure as her medial ring stretches your pucker rhythmically around her length, stimulating you more than any anal beads or vibrator ever could.

Her feminine grunts as her fleshy cock head begins to flare inside of you, making every push into your depths an increasing struggle. The way she abandons her short, rapid thrusts, instead pulling out of you all the way to the tip before ramming back in as deep and as hard and as fast as she can, hilting herself inside of you each time. Primal instincts taking over, sex abandoned for mating as your equine lover urgently does her best to breed you. The telltale twitching of those fat, heavy balls before she pulls back one last time and slams into you as hard as she can, forelegs wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against her, holding you tightly in place as she cries out in triumph.

The steady throb of her buried cock as she empties her load inside of you. Her breath hot and heavy against your back as wave after wave of pony cum floods into you, the tight plug of her cock head keeping it all locked firmly inside of your body. Not until several moments after her cock twitches for the last time does she even begin to relax her death-grip on your hips, pulling away with a weary sigh as her cock finally pulls free of your abused ass with a soft pop sound. For your own part, you doubt moving is something you’ll feel up to for a good long while. Redheart leans over, placing a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead, and whispers what a good boy you were.

So in answer to your question, is it going to hurt? Yes. Will that stop you from begging for more?

Probably not.