Sweetie belle in socks getting fucked by thunderlane. Light bondage, public, anal, stomach bulging and sweetie being used as a cock sleeve for thunder lane... please?

Sweetie Belle moaned helplessly as Thunderlane nibbled her ear. His warm breath curled around her cheek, and her cheeks reddened until they felt like they were on fire. She twisted around, struggling to embrace him - but couldn’t. Her two front hooves had been tied together behind her back, and she’d been otherwise speared on the tip of his cock.

Though not just the tip. She moaned again as she felt Thunderlane’s flared cock slip past her sensitive, puffy asshole and prod against her insides. He’d only slipped halfway inside of her, his fat, rounded medial ring bulging against her ass cheeks, but she already felt completely full.

“Ngh,” Thunderlane grunted as he bottomed out inside of her. “Your ass is so tight.” He withdrew his cock a few inches and then slammed it again inside of her. This time, the upper half of his medial ring managed to squeeze its way inside, stretching her even harder than before.

She just moaned a third time. What was there to say, really, when your entire body was just one big pleasure center?

“Everypony can see us,” Thunderlane said. He was sitting back on his haunches, with Sweetie impaled on his cock right above his lap. And he was right. More and more ponies were gathering around to see the duo - pegasus and foal - eloping right in the middle of town.

Through her haze of pleasure, Sweetie spotted a rainbow-colored blob that looked like Rainbow Dash hovering above the crowd, and a smaller orange-colored blob beneath it. Then the rest of Thunderlane’s medial ring slipped inside of her with a wet-sounding pop and she lost all control of her body.

“You’re a good little cock sleeve,” Thunderlane murmured. He grabbed a hold of her mane with one hoof and jerked her head back. She cried out, though even that turned back to moans as he leaned over her and planted deep, wet kisses all over her neck. His kisses went up and down with her as his free hoof moved her up and down his shaft, spearing her with a little bit more length every time.

Sweetie struggled to break her front hooves free from behind her back, to reach her dripping, puffy clit and give herself a different kind of pleasure - but Thunderlane would have no part in it. She could feel his breath hot on her neck as his cock plunged deeper inside of her than ever before - and could hear his sharp intake of breath as her sock-covered hooves just barely came to rest on his swollen, churning balls.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck. That’s right. Take it all.”

Sweetie grunted and struggled to look down at herself. She could see a big, rounded bulge in the center of her stomach, straining against her coat as though she’d eaten too much candy. With a sense of vague awe, she shifted her hips around Thunderlane’s cock, and watched the bulge move around inside of her.

“That’s a good filly,” Thunderlane groaned. His cock twitched inside of her, spewed a few drops of precum. Sweetie thought she could see Rarity in the crowd, staring at her in some mix of disgust and horrified arousal. “That’s a very good filly.”