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She walked the halls gently, humming to herself as she plodded
along the hardwood flooring. Pinkie's hair bobbed gently, her
cute little button nose turning this way and that as she stopped
to look at all the pictures lining the hallway. Lots of memorable
parties and get-togethers with friends, having a real time of her
life: this photo here was from two summers ago, during the
cider-drinking challenge, while that one over there was Dash's
graduation day from flight school. So many fond, happy memories,
Pinkie couldn't help but smile softly.

She turned as she heard the door open, grinning as she got a
running start. As Dash rounded the corner, she took a flying
leap, tackling her girlfriend to smother her with kisses as they
both fell to the ground. "Dashie!! Welcome home!"

Dash blushed furiously, wrapping her arms around Pinkie; she
pulled the larger girl close, squishing her and sighing with
profound happiness as she settled into Pinkie's embrace. "It's
good to be home, Pinkie... A long few days of stunt shows, but
I'm home."

"I know you are, silly!" Pinkie giggled, rolling atop Dash. "I've
been so lonely! Gummy's been moody, so it's been just me by my
lonesome!" She kissed Dash's neck, right about where it met the
shoulder, and Dash moaned softly, squirming a little. "I've been
holding myself back all for you!"

"Wait, Pinkie, you don't mean-" Dash's words were cut off as
Pinkie continued her oral assault, sweet kisses planting
themselves all along Dash's neck and collarbone. "Geeez,
Pinkie... you're so eager...."

"Well duh!" She grinned, sliding her hands up Dash's shirt. "I
haven't touched myself in days... because I was waiting for you!"
She giggled as she found Dash's delicate breasts; though they
were smaller than Pinkie's squishy, delectable tits, they were
just as sensitive, and Pinkie's hands massaged and tweaked them
with the skill of a pro. Dash was rapidly becoming a moaning mess
under Pinkie's firm yet adorable stimulation; her body given over
to Pinkie as a plaything. "So I'm taking out all my arousal on
you!"

"That's... that's not fair..." Dash blushed furiously, something
straining at her jeans; Pinkie's eyes went wide, her body
entranced as she slid down Dash's body.

"Oh Dashie... don't tell me... You haven't touched yourself,
either..." Her face pressed to Dash's groin, and she moaned as
she felt Dash straining at the fabric of her jeans. "You feel so
full... so throbbing..."

"Pinkie, please..." Dash moaned. "Let me out..."

Pinkie grinned, slowly unzipping Dash's fly; she pressed her lips
to Dash's shaft, holding it in place with her mouth as she slid
the pants out of the way. "My my..." she whispered, her lips
stroking Dash's throbbing shaft deliberately. "You're so hard and
throbbing..."

A hand slid into Dash's pants, cupping those hefty, squishy
balls; she grinned, looking up to the panting, blushing woman
whose legs she was between. "Your party marbles are so huge...
you're really backed up, love." She smiled softly, her lips
caressing Dash's tip. "Don't worry, hun... I know how to make
this piņata pop."

"What do you OH~" Dash's words vanished in a gasp of pleasure as
she arched her back, Pinkie's warm, tender mouth wrapping around
her tip. She lavished Dash's cocktip with her tongue, sucking and
teasing at that bulbous head. Her fingers traced along Dash's
veiny shaft, more bulging and thick than usual; holding back
must've really done a number on Dash, alright. She stroked
slowly, licking Dash's tip as though it were a tootsie pop;
though, to be fair, she was more eager for the cream filling in
the center.

"Hey Dashie..." Pinkie grinned, sitting up as she pulled herself
away; a few strands of saliva connected her to Dash's dick. "I'm
so wet..." She spread her legs, her skirt pulled up all the way;
her pussy was drooling, a small puddle on the floor as she spread
herself with her fingers. "Come get it, big girl."

Dash didn't need to be told twice; as if hypnotized, she slid
forward, her eyes locked on Pinkie's pussy; her cock was drooling
precum, a long, sticky strand of it trailing along the floor. She
looked up to Pinkie, as if in confirmation; Pinkie nodded,
blushing demurely. Dash's rugged cock slid forward, her tip
spreading Pinkie's folds; with a gasp, she slid deep, Pinkie's
arms pulling Dashie close. Dash buried her face in Pinkie's tits,
her cock plowing deep into Pinkie's body; she paused for a
moment, the two of them feeling each other's heartbeat, the
throbbing, pounding flow of lifeblood in each other.

Dash began to move, Pinkie's panting slow and steady as Dash
filled her up. Her bulgy shaft pressed at Pinkie's deepest spots,
twisting as Dash rocked her hips side to side, back and forth,
really working Pinkie's body over. She moaned softly, her cock
throbbing with each pulse as Pinkie held her tighter.

"More, Dash..." She moaned, softly. "Harder..."

Dash was all too eager to comply, her cock beginning to pound
away; she hammered herself deep into Pinkie, the woman's demure
moans shifting to loud gasps and grunts of pleasure. They were
going full-bore, now, Dash's body slapping against Pinkie as the
pink-haired woman laid back, her tits wobbling with each thrust.
There was no need for words; breathy gasps and moans had all
replaced that.

And at long last, their climax came; Pinkie pulled Dash into
herself as the climaxed simultaneously. Dash's thick, throbbing
member unloaded its seed, pumping four days of hot, sticky cum
deep into Pinkie's body. Pinkie, for her part, convulsed and
twitched, her pussy milking Dash for every shot the girl had in
her. It was a double-whammy of pleasure, the two quietly laying
in the brilliant afterglow; Pinkie's pussy slowly oozed semen,
Dash's deflating member sliding out as they quietly,
passionately, made out.

"Welcome home, Dashie." Pinkie smilied warmly, hugging Dash
close.

"Yeah... it's good to be home."