As you stand there, firmly pressing your hand into the firm yet worn leathery insole. The heat radiating from the confines you have "willinging2 yet foolishly wondered into has started to melt away at your senses, your mind becoming confused as all of this young ponys musk starts forcing its way into your head.
Your vision starts to lose its focus, only focusing on the leather prison in front of you. Even as you try to look away, it is always there, surrownding you, encasing you in your own little tomb. Your eye lids started to feel heavy, as if you were tired, however your boy still had all of its energy. So you continue on, running you hands along this girls insole to her very used boots...
Wait
Is that what you come here for? You couldn't really remember anymore. You felt someting, a memory, trying to claw its way back to the front of your mind. But you just couldn't quite remember, the intense musk clouding your memory, pushing it all aside, making your head its new, perminate residence.
You also felt a tighening sensation in your trousers. As you hazily looked down, you saw your fully grown member trying to break free from its own little prison. Your mind scream at you to release it from your trousers, as you noticed the light slowly leaving your area.
Then suddenly your entire world is flipped to its side, the boot has been lifted. As your body lands on the insole with some force, your face lands directly in a tiny amount of foot sweat. As you lick the residue of your lips, your mind goes crazy. the saltyness, the warmth, it all drives your body mad! you suddenly throw your clothes off you, leaving yourself butt naked, and start to suck all the left over sweat from the lucky insole that is trying to claim it.
Up above, whilst your entire conscience was being dominated by her foots musk, Applebloom had since finished her homework for the day, leaning back in her cold squeaking chair she stretched her arms, legs and back, earning her some little pops from her joints. She notices the time and remembers she had plans with the CMC this late afternoon, noticing her boots laying on their side she decides to place them up right before grabbing a pair of socks.
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