Zinnedianne gasped, spluttering as the demonic mare grasped her hands and roughly shoved them down the wide, distending prick. The musk was burning into her nose, and the tightness wasn't comfortable at all. She struggled and thrashed, merely sending shockwaves of pleasure into the mare' saddled mind. The dragoness's tits slid in easily enough, the smooth breasts slick with pre; scales, as it turned out, lubed up easily. The dragon now couldn't fight back, and merely yelped and squirmed, hastening her descent into the depths of Clare's sex.<br/><br/>"P-please! Let me out! It's hot, and tight, and It smells really bad! Clare! Snap out of it!"<br/><br/>She said, tears adding to the salty pre which bathed her face.