Both mares continued to do their best to bring him to his finish. Once in awhile they would switch, Redheart shoving Coldheart off of him before opening her mouth as wide as she could and forcing herself down the human’s length. Other times the mares would lap at his shaft, using their tongues to tease his head. Spit and pre had, by now, covered the table, Titus’s legs, and the mare’s faces and necks. The smell of sex was ripe in the air. Each little suck, lick, kiss, and nuzzle chipped off just a little bit more of the young man’s stamina.