She snickers as she recovers from the sensation of your still throbbing addition to her anatomy, “Heh, thought you might like that.” Her hips circle idly on yours and her tongue cleans her lips. Her cheeks are rosy as she reaches down to draw some pasty wetness from the base of your rooted member past her puffy mound. Her hoof tip smears your escaped product in a glossy, matted line between her teats but her ardent gaze never leaves yours.