Christine then took the thin stretched material of her T-shirt in her soft hands and slowly pulled it over her gorgeous body. Her breasts briefly bein... pulled up as her T-shirt passed over them. Suddenly her beautiful breasts were there in front of him and just asking to be touched. He noticed that one her nipples was poking out of her bra giving him a brief view of it before her bra was pulled back to it's correct space."At last," She said triumphantly.Trying not to look too disappointed he. “I think she is, sister dear,” laughed Sven, his body’s shaking making my nipples tingle more as they slid across his leather jerkin. “Do you have a hot pussy, my cute lamia?”“Uh-huh, Master,” I sighed, my juices coating the saddle, making my seat sticky. I loved it. My tails swished faster. “I could crawl around you and fuck your cock.”I liked doing that. Fucking my Master while we rode, his saddle horn plunging into my asshole and his cock filling my pussy, was so hot. It made me tremble. It. It had been more than 12 hours since he had shaved and his stubbly cheeks & chin rasped against the delicate skin of my thighs. He bent forward and deeply inhaled the aroma wafting up my open cunt as he spread my pussy apart with his fingers. My pussy juices continued to trickle out. He finally rewarded himself by sticking out his tongue to lick up my nectar, savoring its clean, fresh, earthy aroma.All this time, I was enjoying the exquisite sensations emanating from down below. I kept moaning. “Haha, you’ll have to catch me first,” I joked as I paddled faster in a feigned attempt to pull away from her.When we stopped for lunch off to the side of the river, I was still thinking about the words she spoke in jest. Does she really want to spank me? That could be fun. I was hoping that there was a little truth in her speech and that by the end of the day my bottom would be toasted over her lap. The splashing of the waves was a good cover to conceal the increased soaking of my moist slit..