You treat the development with the reverence it deserves and pause to let her soak up some of the sensations that overcrowded her brain. The distinct scent of her ejaculate reaches your nose; it had a bleachy odor, like a much more subdued version of your own, but it also carried that sweet tinge you’d noticed earlier. Leakage runs from the corners of her cleft in waning streaks. You plant a final kiss on her hoof which doesn’t show any of its previous signs of sensitivity, then, you let her leg down to give her a rest.