Her eyes where painted over with lustful glaze as she had completely submitted to him, within moments she had become his toy his long thrusts washed everything away; and after her peaking for a third time she would feel almost as if she had gone insane by the everlasting feeling of his stiff pounding size. Nearly on edge of fainting from the lustful overload she would finally get absolution from her body as dug deeply into her with a final thrust, filling her to the brim with his seed. By the time he flipped backwards with her her once thin belly was bloated as it was easily streached by his size still dug deeply inside of her but also with the heavy milky seed that continued to fill her.<br/><br/>Laying back on his chest she gasped and coughed finally catching her breath, but with the few gasps she managed only moans leaked by as he lovingly rubbed her swelling belly. She was at a lost for words, but what could she honestly say?... Laying quietly on the floor of the shack the world finally started to return to her as well as her mind and breath. The guilt would then strike her. What had she done? Sure it started out so playful but now she lowered herself to such a level that could have possibly been lower then that of a slave... But what made it worse was she loved nearly every moment of it.... These thoughts running slowly in her mind she kept to herself as she snuggled against his chest, waiting for his size to slowly loosen and slip it's way free, although unlike the time before he had loosened her so well that when he finally slipped out the gush that he left  within her spilled out wildly onto the floor of the shack. Embarrassed she could only find herself burring her head into the chest of the stallion that placed it there.<br/><br/>When things finally came to a mellow resolve she would finally speak, coughing lightly. "Seems I got a bit carried away..." She spoke ebfore stumbling herself to stand, showing enough of his seed still lingered within her to keep her belly puffed as she stood over him, using her bloomers to try and clean herself as much as she could... The mess on the floor would be harder to clean up, but it was the least of  her worries at the moment as she struggled to get dress again, doing her best to try and act as if nothing had just happened... Although it was clear she probably be sore for awhile after such a hard and rough ride...