She felt like she was on fire, and your crotch grew damp with her leaking juices. You took her by the waist, running your hands through her teats and lifted her off. You smiled at her, scooting back and sitting up against the mountain of pillows behind you—a little addition you wanted to have in case any of your mares wanted some private time with you in your room—letting her form bounce on your lap before you eased yourself into her.