Her marehood ached, winking at a rapid rate as her backside was coated in her own lust, yet she had another goal to achieve—earning Anon’s ‘milk’. Upping her tempo, swirling her tongue around every inch of his cock that she could, she felt her body tense up as Anon’s cock began to flare. Even with the clear indication of his oncoming orgasm, Latte didn’t relent. Be it spite for his teasing, her own unending lust, or a beautiful mixture of the two, she only went faster upon the realization. Feeling him grab the back of her mane, knowing full well what he was about to do, she pulled back, took a deep breath, and let him take the wheel.