Rarity focused on that wonderful friction within her loins as Atchmon pistoned his cock inside her. Her walls pleasantly stretching with every thrust, eliciting deep moans of pleasure from her throat.  She squeezed her walls around the hardness being held within her tunnel, and loved it when her mate pressed himself firmly against her rump, allowing her the chance to mark him with her scent, as she made little humping motions against his thighs; milking him of pleasure along her swollen mare lips and spreading more of her own musk on him. 