Her ears prick forward as a shameless craving envelopes her being. Blood rushes through her, roaring in her coal auds as she feels hot breath against her flesh. Colt bites her lips and lets loose a trembling exhale, smirking. "Oh—" She lets out a breathy response, her lips trailing along the gargantuan's black hide, nipping gently as she made her way up to his ear. Taking her time, she feels the tensing of each muscle as she works his body, sensuous and precise. She leaves no piece of midnight flesh unadmired by her velveteen lips.

In exchange he begins to work at her own scarred flesh with nips that send sparks through her nerves, leaving her skin tingling and thighs quaking. Her withers twitch at the sensation of being pulled and kneaded with blunt teeth. Colt feels intoxicated by her lust, body overcome with this need to be dominated. She's overwhelmed by the most basic desire, whining softly at the feeling of a particular bite that sends her into an ecstatic high, a gentle gasp escaping from her lips. Here she was, weak kneed for a stallion formed from fire and stone. Her emotional attachment to him was little, her only goal was to get relief from her bothered loins and be off into the dark of night with nothing but the sensation of his moist coat flush against her own. 

He pushes forward, chest pressed flush against hers with their exchange of contact that's hot and needy. She leans into their shared flesh as she reaches up to nip at his cheek, closing her eyes and grinning. Oh how close she was, how exhilarating this felt. To be wanted like this, to be needed like this, it drove her mad. Colt watches the younger equine's expression closely, watching his alabaster brow raise in questioning. She tosses her head, locks falling along her neck as she tauntingly sways her hips. She turns, letting him admire the curvature of her structure before she flicks her tail in show of her readiness. Well aware of the consequences, of the possible outcome of this affair, Colt allows despite such. She wants to dance on the edge of chance and let him take her, her deflowering insignificant in the eyes of her drunken carelessness. 

Colt lets herself be dominated, lets this young man bring himself upon her with lust in his eyes and power between his thighs. It's desperate and needy, hot breathes and sharp grunts exchanged in the droning silence. She slips into a high, the stench of pleasure and sweat colliding as they commit sin together beneath the gaze of the clear sky.  
"TALK TALK TALK"