Prancing about with anxious and eager intent, tail still held high you want to show off those most sensual folds of skin. The tails hairs dangle, plucking at that boiling hot spot of mare gender that thrills you near mad with bestial lust.
Whinnies tell Sampson to return, he can smell your rank scent from quite a distance. You know he is near, the scent of his dribbling cum and semen is enough to put your human mind to rest forever allowing the equine mare that is now your to rule your life, forever!
Squirts draw him closer, the breath of the great stallion tickles the vulva lips. You stand stiffly in one stop, head low to show your being submissive, and tail held as high as a mare can, if fond hope her mate will come and make her feel like a mare should!