Rarity felt his grip around her barrel tighten, while his body shifted lower and his hand traveled further between her inner thighs. Rarity's marehood winked with anticipation, while she panted tirelessly in his grip, before Atchmon curled his hand and brushed his blunt, pleasurable digits along Rarity's swollen, wet mare-lips, eliciting a sharp gasp from her mouth as she tried to buck away from the sharp tingling sensations on her marehood. 