Knew it. Her hooves linger in front of her face for a moment unsure of what to do. They soon brace against the counter allowing her to push into your pleasing touch with a content smile. You delicately massage her eyelids with the soft pads of your fingers, her quiet grunts the only noise in the small room. You can’t help but smile at the sight. Her scent is interesting, a bit of her natural spiciness remains, a sharp tang from her pure sport shampoo, and something else much more prominent…