She rose herself a little higher, pausing for a second or two before lowering herself back down. Titus made sure to hold her hips to keep her steady so that she didn’t hurt herself. Again and again she did this, raising herself higher and higher, taking less and less time before her rump was back in his lap. Soon, she was riding him as hard as she could, her mane bouncing around her shoulders as she moaned and groaned. It was all human could do to hold onto the mare as her rump wetly slapped against his lap with more and more force.