Classic British Softcore6

out my wildest fantasies.

I'd love to ride bareback, me naked, my long hair flowing in the wind, just like Lady Godiva,

the feel of flesh on hot flesh, rubbing together, the roughness of the horse hair against my

eager, moist mound.

The thrusting motion of the horse's goat so reminds me of sex.

That uncontrollable surging power.

The thrusting up and down, up and down.

Such strength, such vigor.

In fact, all I want to do is to make that hard and fast.

I can ride for hours, lost in my thoughts, until I have to hand my mount back to the groom.

Mmm, now there's another fine ******. I love to watch his rippling muscles as he wipes my horse down.

Stroking, caressing, I wish it was me.

I want to be groomed. Such tender care from such a strong masculine body.

When he strokes the horse's flank, hair like my own firm buttocks.

But enough of this.

I want to be masterful.

It's surprising how many people get turned on by a woman in riding gear.

It's a riding cock.

Perhaps they're seeking a dominant woman to discipline them.

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