He grunted, embedded in her as her body contracted with such strength that he could not escape. That was his cue to deliver his seed, his orbs pulling up and pumping into her with just as much volume as he had poured into Mesa the night before. Not that it would have done any good, of course, but his body could not tell one hole from another, only that this one happened to accommodate his size like a mare would have. His seed gushed into her, plugged into her body by that special tip, ensuring that she would certainly feel full once he was done in her. He let out such the cry at the sensation, almost a whinny in the empty field. He stayed deep inside of her until his member could not sustain it, slowly shrinking and retreating out of her body as the seed stopped flowing into her. The flaccid tip was rounded, and slipped out of her hole with little trouble… No doubt followed by the fluid of his labor.