(Part 2)

*With a deep grunt from above, you feel the bloated orbs behind your head shudder and spasm. Opening your eyes to gawk at the flesh before you as the muscles shudder and contract along the entire length. Piss-slit parting slightly as the mounting pressure reaches it's apex, and the entire girthy length shudders. Jets of thick foal batter arcing through the air as he rocks his hips and whinnies with pleasure. Your entire body body being splattered with the warmth of a stallions pride as he surveys his handiwork with a cocky grin. "Now your startin to look like a proper mare."*