"On a date!?" you ask.
"No, silly! Of course not!" she says, bubbling over with energy and enthusiasm.
Suddenly, she brings you close, and closing her eyes halfway and smiling deviously, she says, "You're gonna eat out. Eat me out."
While you weren't expecting this at all, something about this dramatic mood swing and the sensual tone of her voice turned you on like a light bulb. You smile back, and she leads you upstairs to a bedroom.
"Mr. and Mrs. Cake aren't here right now, so it looks like we're gonna have to bake this cake ourselves," she remarks, grinning devilishly.
"Oh really?" you ask, gaining confidence. "And what exactly does this cake taste like?"
"Frosting," she says as she jumps on the bed and spreads her hind legs wide. "Pink... frosting."
You look down at her perfectly shaped labia, and realize that you are sopping wet between your own legs. Without hesitating, you reach out and lick around her lips with your warm, soft tongue.
"Ohhh yes!" she exclaims. "Lick me clean!"
You happily oblige as you make small circles around her labia and slowly make your way inside her hot, dripping wet, sweet pastry of a vagina. She moans with pleasure as your dexterous tongue flicks back and forth between her spasming, clenching walls. As you suck out her marehood with each twist of your tongue, she shrieks in ecstasy.
"Ah! Taste my frosting! Taste it!" Her juices flow all around your tongue and lips and dribble down your chin. You slowly move your tongue to her warm clit, and her hips move violently in all directions. You pin her down with your front legs as your lick back and forth over her hot little frosting flower.
"Ohhh! OHH! This cake is almost done!" she screams in absolute pleasure, as you make quick tight circles around her clit. Finally, you put your lips right up to hers and suck out her tart as you flick furiously with your tongue.
"AAHHHH!" she moans. You can hear her shuddering as her walls tighten uncontrollably, engulfing your tongue and mouth as you are both liplocked. Her final moan sends shivers down your own spine as you also climax, sending juices every which way on the bed. You lift your head out of her pussy and look at her, before dropping onto her body, exhausted. You both pant heavily, soaked in sweat and "frosting."
"That...was....amazing." You both lie there for a few moments, savoring has has just happened, when you both hear a high-pitched "ding-a-ling" sound from downstairs.
"Oh no..." Pinkie Pie gasps. "Mr. and Mrs. Cake!"
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