Rainbow Crust

I'll be honest, I got my first kiss from Rainbow Crust from a kissing booth.

I sat at that table and held that pretty little pony in my arms. I pushed my tongue through those lips and savored the most amazing experience of my life.

As you can guess, Dash has never brushed her teeth even once in her life. I softly pushed plaque around as I brushed her sore gums, tasting copper already as I softly assault every delicate corner of her gingivitis wracked mouth.

But most enthralling, the taste. Boisterous, prank loving Dash got ready for her day at the kissing booth, preemptively trying to get revenge on any silly boys that wanted to kiss her.

Her mouth absolutely stank of puss. Salty, musky, rarely washed, every flick of my tongue, every wet breath escaping our lips flooded my senses with the rapidly re-moistening and awakening scents. It reeked so bad I could feel it to my core, it stank until I could hear it.

Drool and dribble trickles down her face and brings crusty bits of slime and femcum back to live from lying dormant in her hair. It's everywhere, slime sticking to me, skunking me with the disgusting bitch Dash had been in that morning.

I got my bit's worth, all right.