Yes, I'm the only witness of this spcectacle together with my imagination. I was losing control, the excitement was taking me high. I closed my eyes, ...he moves were significantly faster when I touched the right button, deep inside. No more moaning, one long scream resounded in the room and the feeling of more wetness on the floor from an intense squirt. Oh no, I messed up the floor again! And then I saw him… My husband was standing at the door, staring at me quite surprised, with something big. I, on the other hand already had mine.I changed into my riding gear. A full set of black with neon pink (it had been neon green) piping with kevlar lining. My helmet was a full face model with flip-up visor; it was also neon pink with flame graphics.Grabbing my keys and gloves, I kissed mom and dad, told them I was going riding until time to start dinner. In later years, I would be carrying a cell phone, but at this time they were like carrying a brick and were too expensive.I pulled my 1990. The little bit of cum her coworker had dribbled on her cheek could not compare to the bath she had taken in Groucho’s delicious horse seed. And that was after he had pumped enough cum in her pussy to call herself a racing track sperm bank. It had taken Raza a good hour to lick herself clean, before she’d even started on the puddle on the barn floor. The memory alone made her dizzy with desire.Later that night, Raza drove back to the field on her own, her quivering pussy pulsating the whole way.. Do you understand?"Slave complied. "Yes Sir," she said brightly. She would NOT move, no matter what, was what her posture and attitude said.He grinned, and said "Good girl! Now open your mouth, as wide as you can. Good. Tip your head back just a bit." His fingers gently guided her. Perfectly compliant, Slave let Sir put her where he wanted her."And now, a warning. Do NOT move your lips or tongue."With that, he gently laid his cock on her lower lip, about a third of his flaccid organ laying.