Her teeth grit and her eyes squint and the next thing you see is her little hoof curl as her body passes failure point. Without missing a beat, hot fluid explodes from your juncture to blast a cluster of streaks on the bed. Just as you realize what’s happening, a weaker clench expels a clear bead of the same substance free of her rear. Residual spasms rock the length of her canal, and her form lays motionless on the bed except for her deep breathing. It happened again.