Ponyville's Newest Secretary

by Lighttone GryphonStar

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Mayor Mare, Porn, Spike, Comedy
Length: 4974

Now that Spike is adult, he desires a proper job, not working under his sister. However, he has no experience in other fields. So when Mayor Mare fires her previous secretary, Spike sweeps in. But this new job comes with very different obligations.

Now that Spike is adult, he desires a proper job, not working under his sister. However, he has no experience in other fields. So when Mayor Mare fires her previous secretary, Spike sweeps in. But this new job comes with very different obligations. The mayor of Ponyville isn't simply looking for one to relieve her workload... but also relieve her stress load. What does she mean by that? Wait, why is she taking off her clothes?!

Warning: Cock Worship, Blowjob, Pussy Eating, Cougar Fetish, Pussy Sex, Creampie

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Published 2024-12-18 21:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2024-12-18 21:20:06 UTC

Now That's Some Stress Relief

Spike finally stepped out of his sister's shadow in pursuit of his own career. After years of assisting Twilight with her duties, the young adult dragon felt a yearning for independence and decided it was time to explore opportunities beyond the library. With limited experience in professional fields, Spike was uncertain where to turn.

So when Mayor Mare told Twilight she was firing her former secretary, Spike seized the moment, determined to prove himself. Armed with a stack of resumes and a heart full of ambition, he approached the mayor, hoping to secure the position. To his delight, the mayor was impressed by his dedication and work ethic and took him on. However, he did find it rather odd when she asked to see his muscle tone.

As Spike began his first week in the bustling town hall, he quickly realized that the world of public service was far more demanding than he had anticipated. The once-appealing vision of governmental work, shaped by images of leisurely meetings and quick lunches, rapidly transformed into a hurricane of tasks and responsibilities that often took him running from one side of town to the other. Maybe Twilight was too lenient on him compared to this.

Spike was determined to prove himself and rise to the challenge. Every morning, he arrived at the office before dawn, meticulously reviewing his to-do list while the rest of the world was still waking up. The work was grueling, requiring him to fetch various forms and documents, coordinate meetings, and deal with constituents who often found themselves in complicated bureaucratic tangles.

Despite the workload, Spike found solace in his paycheck. He held it up as a sign of success, that he could stand alone without his sister's help or her friends' connections. Plus with this steady stream of cash he buy tons of comic books, video games, and upgrade his bedroom.

As Spike padded into the office for the second week of his new job, he could feel the weight of expectation bearing down on him. Gone were the days of simply assisting Twilight in her studies or managing the occasional delivery with a quick green flame.

The dynamic with Mayor Mare added an unexpected layer of complexity to his experience. During office hours, she maintained a professional facade, but when they found themselves alone, there was an unmistakable shift in her demeanor. Her gaze would linger on him with a subtle heat radiating from her cheeks as she casually glanced at him. There were moments when she'd ask him to retrieve items from low cabinets or wriggle into tight corners, tasks that required him to bend over in a manner that highlighted his physique. Each time he complied, he couldn't help but notice the way her breath hitched slightly or how her cheeks flared a deeper pink.

His instincts told him that there was more to her odd behavior than met the eye, and the nagging sensation that there was an underlying motive to her requests frustrated him. Was it merely an innocent admiration for his physicality, or was there something deeper at play? Despite his growing unease, he refused to let his concerns get the better of him, especially when he'd spent so much time convincing Twilight that he was ready to stand alone. The last thing he needed was for her or the others to start questioning his judgment. He would have to navigate these new waters on his own, trusting that he would eventually figure out the truth.

However, deep within the third week, things turned even weirder. The day began like any other, with Spike diligently reviewing the day’s agenda, readying himself for meetings with constituents and planning sessions for upcoming projects. Passing the open door to the mayor's office, Spike noticed an unusual sight. Mayor Mare's arms were prominently visible from beneath her desk, with her hands seemingly fidgeting with something. The naturally composed mayor was taking deep and harsh breaths. And stopped abruptly when she realized Spike was observing, her cheeks an unmistakable crimson.

"Mayor? Is everything all right?" Spike inquired, a mix of concern and curiosity in his tone. The strange, buzz-like sound that filled the room only added to the growing sense of unease.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” the mayor replied, though her eyes betrayed her anxiety as they flitted around the office, searching for an explanation.

Determined to decipher the mystery, Spike replied, “Okay, but you seemed like you were struggling with something.” He leaned slightly, attempting to catch a glimpse under the desk. She blushed even brighter and threw out her hands over the desk rather loudly. The atmosphere was charged, and a low hum swiftly reached his frills. It was an oddly familiar sound that he heard a few times just outside of Twilight's room in the middle of the night.

"Don't worry about it. Go on now, Spike. We have some business to attend to," Mayor Mare replied, a nervous edge creeping into her voice. Her facade wasn't working, cracking as the sound got louder and faster.

"Are you sure?"

"I said I'm fine! I can take care of it myself!" She snapped, her voice sharp with indignation. She jumped back, and her whole frame began to shiver, and her hands clutched the edge of her desk. This prompt him to question not only the mayor’s state but also the strange occurrences that had started to surround the office.

"Why did you hire me?"

The mayor froze. "Excuse me?"

Spike stepped inside and closed the door. He knew this was risky, but the mayor was hiding something from him. A sudden desire to be trusted pushed him to demand answers. "I mean, why did you fire your previous secretary? I'm good at organizing and keeping track of stuff, but you could've hired someone with a lot more experience."

"You had an excellent resume and references." Her voice grew just as shaky as her body, deep breaths in and out. The mayor was turning bright red as he stepped closer. "Princess Twilight, Princess Cadance, and several other diplomatic leaders all vouched for you."

Spike was skeptical of her response. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it felt like she was avoiding something. "You could've gotten more qualified ponies, and maybe older ones, too--"

"No!" She abruptly screamed. "I'm sorry, but...I had a reason to choose... one so young and handsome..." She turned away, blushing harder. The humming sound was deafening, and he could swear her tail was swaying from side to side.

Spike’s inquisitive nature led him deeper into the enigma. "I’m here to help, if you need anything," he offered, trying to alleviate the tension that had suddenly invaded the room. It was well known that the mayor often dealt with pressure, but today felt different. Something was clearly amiss.

The mayor sighed, taking a moment as if weighing her options carefully. “Alright, Spike. I guess it’s time to come clean about it.” Her voice trembled slightly, a stark contrast to her usual poise. She reached down and popped up the loud device, dropping it to the floor.

The dragon's eyes slowly widened as it rolled to his feet, his mind processing the object. His face slowly turned from its classic purple to a pale pink as he slowly processed the only cold conclusion. "Mayor Mare, were you...?" He asked, his eyes hovering back up to her, only to jump back as she began unbutton her shirt.

"Well..." She coughed her breath to cut the tension and reached around her pink bikini. "As you know, my job requires me to handle a great deal of stress." She was blushing bright red, her breathing becoming more frantic as the words came spilling out. "And truth be told I didn't just hire you solely for the workload." She paused, allowing her top to fall, exposing her breasts, a deep crimson hue staining her face. "You're so handsome...Spike. You're so young... so strong... and have such an aura of confidence. You're everything I could ask for...in this position..."

Spike's mind reeled, unable to process the words spilling from the mayor's mouth. He stared at the older mare, dumbstruck. His gaze trailed from her eyes down her body, landing on her exposed chest. Her nipples were stiff and pink, sending a shiver through his body.

Mayor Mare leaned back in her chair, dragging her fingers through her chest and down her belly to direct his gaze. "I want you...Spike." Her voice was soft, almost pleading. Stretching her legs alongside the chair, her skirt slid upward, revealing a small pair of pink panties. She slowly rubbed the front of her crotch, biting her lip. "Will you help me relieve my stress, Spike?"

Her soft and tender gasps hooked deep into his shoulders and yanked him closer, his body moving on its own. The mayor swirled her chair around and gestured him around her desk. Her eyes were half-lidded and brimming with desire, burning a small warmth within the dragon's stomach.

"Yes, Spike... come closer," Mayor Mare murmured, reaching for his waistband with her free hand and tugging at belt of his uniform. The dragon was still unsure what to make of the situation, yet he couldn't deny the heat pooling toward his crotch at the closeness to her exposed chest.

"Please, stop hesitating..." she continued, pulling him forward, her breath hot pressing against his belly. "Just let go and let me relieve all my stress." He stumbled forward, his pants falling around his ankles. The mayor gasped, her eyes widening as his cock came into view. He felt a gentle pull as his trousers slipped over his hips, revealing a small bulge in his underwear.

"Oh... yes..." Mayor Mare exclaimed, her mouth agape, and eyes fixated on the dragon's slowly growing mast. She reached up with trembling hands, sliding them across his stomach and down his hips, tracing the outline. "It's so big, Spike... much bigger than I expected..." she gasped, her cheeks burning as her fingers traced the shape.

Spike shuddered under the gentle yet electric touch of the mayor's warm palms. There was a familiarity in her presence, a comforting aura that made him feel at home. Yet the sparks that danced along his scales were anything but comforting. They ignited something primal, something he hadn't yet confronted. He had encountered longing before, albeit in more innocent scenarios—moments of self-reflection left in Rarity's room, daydreams filled with whimsical affection. Gabby's playful cuddles brought lightness to his heart, but this... this transcended his youthful experiences.

Mayor Mare was a history of restraint and dignity personified—a leader of the community, embodying wisdom and authority. But in this moment, she exuded a different energy, one that felt both alluring and threatening. The glimmer in her eyes spoke of untamed passions and a yearning that had been suppressed for too long. As she lingered near him, Spike couldn't help but feel the shift from innocent affection to something more carnal, something he had never dared to dwell upon before.

What was it about her gaze that stirred such a visceral reaction? It wasn't merely the physicality of the moment; it was the depth of her desire. Her eyes burned with an intensity that destroyed all his defenses, igniting a spark that spread through his body.

The mayor continued her exploration, running her fingers along the shaft and up his body. She leaned in and pressed firmly on his bulge, leaving him groaning. The heat of her skin seeped through his underwear, setting his nerves ablaze. Her scent surrounded him, filling his nostrils and clouding his senses. He closed his eyes, trying his best t not relish in the sensation.

Spike couldn't contain his pleasure as the mayor's palm caressed his throbbing member, her touch sending shivers through his body. Slowly, she picked open the gap of his underpants and pushed a hot breath over his bulge. It caused his cock to twitch and stiffen further.

The mayor smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes as the cock finally flopped out, smearing over her cheeks and lips. The touch filled her with such electricity that her head swam with lust, and she couldn't think straight. All she knew was the overwhelming desire to satisfy her needs. She needed more, letting another moan escape her, causing Spike to gasp. Her eyes were alight with passion and desire, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Such a lovely response..." Mayor Mare wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. Despite the heavy paperwork she did every single day, her palms were warm and smooth, eliciting a groan from the dragon. He struggled to maintain his composure, his entire body trembling as she gripped his cock, her hands sliding along the length.

The mayor slowly pumped the rigid rod, licking her lips with anticipation. The sight was intoxicating, and she couldn't resist the urge to tease him. "Oh, you are so big, Spike. Such a strong and strapping young man." Her eyes were alight with desire and anticipation, her voice filled with excitement and hunger.

Spike moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily, his cock pulsating against her fingers. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip, tasting the salty tang of precum. "You're so perfect, Spike," the mayor breathed, leaning in and dragging her tongue along the shaft. Her eyes remained fixated on his cock, her pupils dilating.

The mayor's hands continued to move along his member, reaching his ballsack. Her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, while fingers attentively poked and prodded the pouch, causing his legs to tremble. Spike's body writhed under the mayor's grasp, his breathing ragged. His breathing was ragged and uneven, his heartbeat quickening.

The mayor's gaze drifted from the shaft back up to the dragon's face, her lips curving into a seductive smirk. "I knew I made the right choice." With that bold statement she opened her maw and dropping his cock inside. She moved carefully, pressing and sliding his tip between her gums and cheeks.

"Oh...oh, wow," Spike whimpered, his body tensing. The mayor's eyes narrowed, her gaze focused on the young adult dragon's expression, watching the various emotions play across his features.

She began to bob her head, the shaft disappearing into her mouth with each motion. Her lips tightened around the base, her tongue sliding along the underside. The sensation sent shivers through the dragon, causing him to gasp and moan. She hummed around his cock, the vibrations adding to the intense pleasure.

Spike's head rolled back, his jaw hanging slack as the mayor took him in her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft, coiling tightly around the length. His vision blurred as her lips sucked and her teeth gently nipped. He couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to buck his hips against her face, which only made her giggle.

The mayor's pace gradually quickened, her rhythm intensifying as she continued to suck and lap at his throbbing cock. She squeezed and twisted the base of his member, her fingers sliding along the shaft. Her free hand caressed his scrotum, fondling the tightening orbs. Spike groaned, his cock twitching and throbbing. His balls were tingling, his hips jerking.

A primal instinct that he was unfamiliar with had taken control of his actions, his eyes transfixed by the sight of the mare pleasuring herself in front of him. His heart raced as the mayor spread her legs wide, giving him a full view of her sex. The musky smell was intoxicating, causing his cock to swell. She wrapped her hands around his waist, gripping the base of his cock and pushing it up and down, coating his shaft with her warm, wet tongue.

Spike groaned, his hands reaching for the back of the mayor's head, holding her in place. His hips began to thrust, pushing deep into her throat. She moaned and opened her jaws more, giving him plenty of room to adjust. The mayor dropped her hands away and let the young adult dragon grow into the domination, his fingers threading into her mane and grabbing tighter.

"I'm... so sorry!" Spike groaned as he thrusted deeper, his balls slapping her chin.

She didn't mind, relaxing her tongue and throat to his battering. She moaned around his cock, her eyes rolling back as she felt his member stretching her throat. His hips bucked wildly, his cock pulsating inside her, his balls smacking against her face. She gagged and gasped, her hands flying to his waist, her fingers digging into his scales.

The mayor's hands explore his body, her fingers trailing across his scales and digging into his muscles. She often admired his incredible physic from afar, climaxing herself to his visage shortly after he went home. This was far better than her lustful dreams could compare. She could feel the pressure building, his cock swelling, the thick vein on his underside throbbing. She wanted him to fill her up.

Mayor Mare's grip on his waist tightened, her nails raking along his scales, sending shivers down his spine. It was as if she was begging him voicelessly to hit harder, go faster. His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as his hips followed her commands, slamming against her face with such effort that her chair began to bounce back. Her tongue slid along the underside of his cock, the tip poking at the back of her throat.

He grunted, his muscles tensing as he continued to pound into her, not slowing down even as his thrusts became more frantic and erratic. The mayor's body was wracked with shudders as oxygen faded and demand for a finish got direr. A small part of him told him to pull out and cum elsewhere. However, the primal part of his brain won the battle.

Spike's cock twitched violently, his hips snapping, his balls tightening. He couldn't control himself anymore, his mind consumed by his lust, his eyes locked onto the mare. His teeth gritted in his jaws as rope after rope of white burst forth, the mayor's throat constricting as she swallowed eagerly. Her cheeks hollowed as she drank his seed, her eyes watering with lust and desire.

"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed slowly popping is tip out of her mouth.

The mayor's face fell off his member, gasping and panting for air. "No, thank you, Spike. That was incredible." Her voice was raspy, her throat raw. She licked her lips and looked up at him, her eyes shining with mischief and a hint of pride.

Spike's grip on her hair relaxed, his legs quivering. He slumped backward, panting heavily. His body shook, his muscles sore and tired. His mind was foggy and fuzzy, the sensation of euphoria washing over him. The mayor licked her lips and wiped the tears from her eyes, a satisfied smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Now... Its your turn..." With that, she threw her panties at him and opened her legs up. The scent was intoxicating, her sex wet and swollen, practically begging to be devoured.

"Are you sure about this?" The young adult dragon questioned all over these strange actions. He had never been so vague at work before. Not once could friends even convince him to get drunk on duty, let alone a mare seducing him during office hours. He didn't even take time to pleasure himself during breaks, choosing only to do so if needed at home when relaxing with a good magazine.

"I am... now please take care of me, Spike." Her voice was soft and pleading, her eyes full of need. She reached out, guiding his hands towards her breasts and his face to her pussy.

He stumbled back and took a seat on the floor, staring at the mare's glistening folds. Her lips were pink and swollen, the scent of her arousal wafting into his nostrils. He breathed in deeply, the aroma stirring a hunger deep within him. His eyes met hers, her gaze filled with longing and anticipation. He could sense her desperation, her desire to be touched and taken.

"Please, Spike... don't make me beg," she pleaded, her tone becoming more urgent.

His eyes narrowed and his hands clenched down on her obs, making her gasp. His snout pushed down her legs, and his tongue came out to lap up her juices. It tasted sweet and earthy, the flavor sending shivers down his spine. His mouth latched onto her pussy, his sharp teeth jagged against her inner thighs. While the tongue lapped the surface of her walls.

The mayor's jaw dropped, her eyes widening, her breathing labored. "Spike..." She whimpered, her hands clenching onto his claws, pushing them against her nipples. Her hips bucked, her back arching, her toes curling. "Oh, Spike...please..." Her voice was thick with lust, her breathing shallow and ragged.

The dragon growled, his hands squeezing her breasts, his claws raking against her sensitive buds. Her body tensed, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. Her thighs wrapped around his head, her heels digging into his shoulders and back. Her moans filled the office room with such noise. She was glad to have sent the volunteers away for the rest of the day, less somepony hear her debaucherous actions.

His tongue slid between her lower lips, lapping at her swollen clit. His teeth gently grazed the tender nub, sending shivers down her spine. The dragon's nose pressed against her clit, his claws kneading her breasts harder. The mayor cried out, her body quaking with harsh and powerful breaths. Her fingers entangled with his claws, pushing them to grope her just as hard as he was assaulting her pussy with his mouth.

Her mind was a haze, her vision clouded, her heart racing. His tongue slid down her folds and into her canal, swirling around and slowly touching her womb. She was surprised at just how long the young beast's tongue actually was, left wondering why Rarity never forced such a powerful vice into her own whorish pussy.

Her hands moved to his head, letting his claws work her orbs of their own accord. Her fingers weaved through his scales, digging into the frills on his head. She didn't give a single word of demand, only in her actions, pulling him closer. The mayor's legs tightened around his face, her toes curling, her heels digging into his shoulders.

His teeth nipped and scraped, his claws digging into her skin, his grip on her breasts unrelenting. The taste was intoxicating, the flavor of her arousal flooding his mouth and setting his nerves alight. His tongue lapped hungrily, his teeth biting and sucking, his claws raking and shuffling. His cock throbbed under the chair, desiring the penetrate this wrinkled void.

"Spike... Almost there..." She felt a fire burning inside her, her blood boiling, her heart pounding in her ears. The heat spread throughout her body, her muscles tensing, her toes curling. "Oh, yes! Right there... So close!"

The dragon growled, his fangs grazing her clit, his claws digging into her nipples. His tongue plunged deeper, his lips sealing around her cunt. The mayor's cries echoed through the office, her hips bucking against his mouth. Her fingers tangled into his spikes. She coughed and spit up his cum, feeling her climax crash over her.

The dragon's eyes went wide as juice flowed down his tongue, over his jaws and down his chin. The mayor's body shuddered, her muscles spasming as her essence cascaded over the young adult dragon. He pulled his tongue free and lapped up her juices. His lips coated in her juices, her pussy dripping over his shirt with her arousal. He stared at her in awe, his cock twitching and throbbing to a full erection.

"Thank you, Spike," Mayor Mare sighed, her body going limp. "That was very lovely--" She stopped upon seeing him at full mast.

"Um, you're welcome," he replied and stood up, wiping the juices off his mouth.

The older mare's eyes darted from his face to his member and back again. Surprised that he was already firm enough for another round. She bit her lip, a shiver running down her spine as she stepped out over the chair and leaned over her desk. Her sheer panic and desire knocked over several important documents.

"Please... Spike..." Mayor Mare spread her legs, her rear raised, her slit exposed and still dripping. "I want you inside me, now."

Spike was left completely agape by her actions. "Bare and without regard..." He muttered, approaching the older mare.

"Oh, please... these hips haven't borne children in years. I need this!" She reached down and spread her ass open. Her folds were soaked with her nectar, her clit swollen and aching for his touch.

"You really want me?" He asked, his voice wavering, his eyes locking onto her inviting sex.

"Enough stress!" She screamed out, begging for a release.

Fighting through all his hesitation, Spike stepped forward, his cock lined up with the mayor's cunt. He placed his claws on her hips and slowly eased himself inside. He groaned, the warm, wet sensation engulfing him. The mayor moaned, her head lolling forward, her hands gripping the desk. She couldn't contain her excitement, her walls fluttering around his length.

"Please... Spike," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "Just like that... I need you inside me." Her muscles tightened, her eyes rolling back, her body shuddering.

"Okay..." Spike grunted, his claws digging into her plush and wrinkly ass, his hips thrusting slowly, his member pumping in and out. His teeth clenched, his jaw tight, his muscles straining. The sensation was intense, the heat radiating through his body, his mind clouded.

"So good, Spike. You feel so good inside me." Mayor Mare's voice was strained, her eyes glazed over, her body shaking. Her chest swung over the surface, knocking down more important files. She didn't care about any of the paperwork, only about her own satisfaction.

The older mare moaned and shivered, her hands clenching on any rough spot of the desk for leverage. She couldn't believe how easily he fit inside her, stretching her walls to accommodate his girth. She had forgotten just how satisfying a real cock was compared to her dildos. Her juices coated his length, her inner walls squeezing and contracting around him. She leaned her head back to watch him drill into her. Hair hanging loose in her vision, breath coming in short gasps.

Spike was trying his best to hold some sort of composure, but the mayor's body was driving him insane. The heat from her pussy was so surprising given her aging body. His claws gripped her flesh tighter, hips moving faster, teeth grinding. The dragon's head swam with blurred vision and a fluttering stomach.

Mayor Mare's breathing was ragged and labored as the whole desk began to shake in tandem with the hardcore sex. She was so glad this young beast could keep up with the best of previous secretaries she lured in. Sure, it took him a lot longer to catch all of her seductive hints. Going the entire first week without panties was so annoying, and he didn't bite once. Even when she told him to clean under her desk at the end of that week. How did he not notice?!

Rarity warned her this would be a hard task, but it was totally worth the luck. The dumb sexy fool just happened to walk in while she was masturbating. Such an embarrassment to not convince him sooner. She was almost disappointed with him and even considered firing him tonight and calling in one of Rarity's spares like maybe Thunderlane. However, the moment the dragon finally gave in and took the bait, her disappointment turned to delight.

She didn't care how loud they were, she wanted this stress reliever more than anything else. The mayor's mind was clouded with lust and need, her body on fire, her muscles quivering. Walls tightened around him, her legs shaking under his incredible grip.

His hips thrusted rapidly, his cock sliding in and out, his claws raking over her ass and up her sides. He leaned forward, breathing heavily over her back. he took two fistfuls of her breasts and began barreling into her with all his might, not holding back anymore. The dragon was losing control of his faculties, his head spinning, his body wracked with shudders.

"So close... So good!" She moaned, her hips slamming back, her ass slapping against his hips. She arched her back, her sweaty face whipping around her. "Spike... I'm cumming!"

"Me... Too! Mayor Mare!" He growled, his voice rough and gravelly, his eyes narrowing, his balls tightening. The pressure was building, the heat intensifying until his tip began to flare. White hot seed exploded from his cock, filling her canal with thick, sticky liquid. Her walls clamped down on him, squeezing and contracting around him. His cock twitched and throbbed, his muscles tense, his balls twitching. His teeth gritted, and his breath caught in his throat. He continued to pump his hips, the friction between his shaft and her pussy sending shivers down his spine, his seed seeping out.

Mayor Mare collapsed onto the desk, her breathing shallow and labored. The young adult dragon fell over top of her as well, leaving her giggling at the sight of his exhaustion. It felt amazing to her. All the stress had been completely washed away so fast. "Well... Spike..." She couldn't keep a straight thought going but tried to speak. "I think... you deserve a raise..."

Spike just nodded and pulled his softening cock out of her pussy, his cum leaking out and staining the carpet. He stumbled back, falling down onto the chair. He didn't have a single clue what to say, nor could he stop her from turning around and licking his tip clean.

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