She looked up from her hands holding the reins, finally, and looked up at the horse. He stood for a moment before taking two more steps to be right in...her face, literally. He put his nose right to her face and her hands went up to his head … she put her forehead forward and rested it there on his nose. He whinnied as she let out a sigh. She didn’t move her head from him, but asked, “Why, how? How is this possible?”Harry came up alongside her and held her in one arm while stroking the horses. I loved an audience.The cameras behind me captured everything.“Becky!” squealed Rosalía as I drew back my futa-dick. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! That's so good! I love it when you fuck my asshole.”“But... so do I,” Mollie gasped, her body squirming. “I was promised two months of being fucked by you. That's why I'm here.”“I don't have to fuck you,” I groaned, thrusting back into Rosalía's bowels, the velvety friction rippling down my shaft. “I just have to live with you! Remember what the show is. I ask him what he’s doing here at this time of night and he tells me he has done a friend a favour and is now on his way back home. ‘Sounds intriguing!’He laughs and explains he has a breakdown truck and helped a mate deliver a car to have some work done; he did it after work, hence being there at this god-awful hour.He asks about me. I explain I’m on my way to see friends and likewise set off after a late finish at work.We chat and after a while begin to flirt. He’s good company and somehow we. ”“But they’d be ok with you giving me a handjob?”“Yes,” she moaned. “I mean no. They wouldn’t.”“We’ve already crossed the line,” I said. “I want to make you cum. And I want more than handjobs.”“Yesss,” she said. “I want to cum.”“Are you a virgin?” I asked.She shook her head.“Then there isn’t a reason to stop,” I told her. She was close. I found her clit with my thumb and touched it. She responded as if she’d been hit by lightning. She yelped and squirmed. “Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Make.