With enlightened paranoia, I peek my head out into the hallway, but it’s still as empty as before, the red walls lit by the low lamps. I stand tall ...nd walk my way out. A young woman walks around the corner, passes me and enters the restroom behind me, and a whole new round of blush lights my face. That fucking close. I don’t usually blush a lot, so when the unfamiliar heat creeps up my neck and face, I feel it inflame even more when I reach the table. Ethan is smirking at me so obviously, so. Beneath her, her roan stallion, a thorough-bred racing horse, surged and strained as he galloped along the bank of the Great River his flanks slick with sweat from the heat and the exertions of the race, “Catch me if you can!” Alya called back, turning her head with a flashing grin and silver laugh. “Your horse is fast, but mine is a champion!” Talan replied with a fiercely competitive gleam in his grey eyes his own black stallion chasing after Alya, trying to pull ahead in their impromptu. I couldn’t help but let out a moan as I felt him kissing my neck and moving down on to my breast. He hoisted my legs around his waist as I began to grind my hips on him cock. I could feel his budge rubbing against my clit and it was driving me insane. I decided it was my turn to show him a good time. I pulled him over to the sofa and sat him down. I stood in front of him and removed my underwear. I then took his top off over his head and stopped him from touching me, driving him wild! I kissed. We agreed that the only way it should be is quick and to the point, no sweet talk or kissing. I knew what my dad liked in women, what turned him on. I used to look at his porn magazines as a kid. He liked latinas. In the week building up to the first day they were together we made sure it would work out as smooth as possible. We both wanted him to go quick in her. She was looking hotter than she was on our honeymoon. She got a really nice tan in the back yard, was working out really hard, body.