You took your right hand—the left busy tending to her hindquarters—and ran it through her mane, steadily increasing the rate at which you were pumping into her until you could feel her inner warmth bear down on you in full force. Your grunting breaths reached a breaking point as your attempt to warn her of your impending orgasm simply exited your mouth as a series of low, incoherent babbles cut off by your restrained moan. You saw stars as you released yourself within Aqua, and the scream she let out as she collapsed on your chest was proof of your effort to please her.