They were down in the dirt now, two animals engaging in the best passion that either could offer. She would have to come up with a good explanation about why everything was as dirty as it would be. The stallion moved forward slowly, deliberately spreading her out, pulling back, and pushing forward a bit further. He could bury himself much deeper inside of her, and though it was tempting to try and force it, he seemed to be reaching an impasse that would not give like the rest of her body. So his shaft moved back agonizingly slowly, and moved forward with the same slowness, stroking her insides to widen her up and allow for better movement. His member poured into her, making her insides more and more slick, able to move the shaft more… It was close enough that his pushes swung his orbs around to hit her just near her passage, imparting a bit of their burning heat on the spot that they reached. He leaned over her, his face beside hers, grunting and moaning loudly. She was holding onto him quite tightly indeed…