Everymare has their hidden depths, some are simply deeper than others.

The depths are Pitch Drip's perversion run deeper than some might expect, but by the time Neoprene Dream has submerged beneath the twinned abysses of cleavage and non-Euclidean latexine morass, she may just have gained an idea of what lies within. Not that Neoprene can do much in her current situation bar writhe against the warm, yielding arcane mass which is Pitch's form, but the thought helps when a mare is bust-deep in décolletage.

A fun lil' sketching from Nox.