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Not a sound stirred in Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie was out babysitting the twins, taking them for a stroll through the park while Mr. and Mrs. Cake minded the shop. But not a pony entered. Sometimes slumps like that happened in the middle of the week. It never worried them.

Mrs. Cake passed by her husband with a fresh tray of cookies, her footsteps almost in time with the ticking clock. He watched her pass, admiring her as his eyes traced her over from front to back. She was certainly a fine mare.

He reached out his hand to caress her, his palm landing on her bottom, but it was a gentle touch, affirming and warm more than anything else. Mrs. Cake turned and smiled at him.

They stared at each other for a few long moments. Mr. Cake’s hand didn’t move. Sugarcube Corner was totally dead.

Wordlessly, they raced upstairs, their clothes flying off along the way, the two giggling at the chance to capitalize on the combination of a still afternoon and a horny moment.

The two made out long enough to establish the mood, heavy and passionate, and Mr. Cake took a seat on the bed. His wife was more than happy to take her place between his legs, ready to serve. Excitement tingled through just at the sight of her husband’s long shaft, throbbing and hard.

“Ohh, honey,” he moaned aloud as she sank her soft lips around his cock. He reclined, placing his arm behind his head as he enjoyed his wife’s eager cocksucking.

She pulled off with a slurp. “You just relax, sweetie,” she said warmly. “You can return the favor after I’ve gotten my cream filling.” He just grinned down at her. She smiled back before opening her mouth once more, quickly swallowing every inch of her husband’s big stallionhood.

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I realized I hadn’t drawn a stallion just getting a blowjob yet, and I also hadn’t drawn the Cakes. I decided to kill two birds with one stone.

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