The smell of the horses and leather and hay are overwhelming. I carry you up to the hayloft. I press you against the bales of hay, our hands running a...l over each other. My hard cock pressed against you through our jeans. Your pussy is dripping from the ride, the saddle rubbing against your clit, your legs pressed against the powerful muscles of the horse. You reach down to undo my jeans, barely pulling them and my underwear down over my ass. You grab my cock and we stop kissing and look deeply. The feel of Malory’s fingers and tongue does their magic as the restraints increase the tension building in her body. She knows she is nearing her orgasm and lets her lover know, “God baby…yes…yes.” She pants as her body starts to tense her stomach quivering. Malory has her mouth on Jen’s clit sucking as her tongue flicks back and forth on her clit. Her fingers work harder faster now so wet and slick with her lovers juices, she can feel the contractions of Jen’s pussy tightening on her. Every muscle in my body tensed with anticipation. My breath caught in my chest.“Touch yourself.”“Wh-what?” I quavered.“You heard me. Touch yourself like you do at home when you’re very alone and your body is crying out for relief.”How had he known? Nobody knew that about me, even my husband. Whenever he asked if I pleasured myself I always lied and told him, no, but I knew I couldn’t fool Ryan. Could I actually perform the act with a man watching from only two feet away?Every muscle in my body. She wore a red blazer over a thin white blouse. Her skirt stopped several inches above the knee and I could not help wonder if it was stockings that encased those long muscular legs? Was there a garter belt attached to them keeping them up? A quick glance at her butt showed no visible pantie line but looking slightly higher I found it. She was DEFINATLEY wearing a thong. The top floor had a small room with a heater and I arrived at the landing while she was still several feet from the door to.