Horse Riding 85

At that moment, another sound, hoarse but clear, cut through the silence. "Why are you crying? The moonlight is so beautiful, and it's rare for me to take you for a ride..."

"Hummm, I mean I wanted to see the prairie scenery, not... Ah..." She hadn't expected Lucio to suddenly push her forcefully as the horse bumped, causing a moan to escape her lips. Then came a series of whimpers and moans. As the bumps became more intense, she didn't care where they were. She began to moan louder and louder, sometimes rising and falling, until her face turned red with embarrassment, and she closed her ears, unable to listen anymore.

At that moment, the two were on horseback. The man's clothes were intact, but the woman was completely stripped naked, her entire body embraced by the man. Initially face to face, the man's arms were around her bent legs while she held onto the man's neck with both hands. With the horse's movements, the fucking was unlike anything they experienced in bed. With each bounce of horse, Lucio's penis would delve deeper, constantly thrusting against her deepest inner walls. She couldn't help but cry and squirm, but the more she struggled, the tighter she squeezed, until the water sprayed out, soaking the horse's back.

Then the man turned her around on the horse, fulfilling his promise to take her for a ride. Holding her legs like a baby urinating, Selena's entire front was exposed, her hands clinging to the man's arms for support.

The white and slender legs were separated on both sides by the man behind him, revealing the bright red flesh slit. Now covered with dew, it looked crystal clear under the moonlight, and  a relentless penis thrust up and down into it, making the redness more prominent and delicate with each motion. With each thrust, the woman would cry out, whimpering and moaning as if crying. Occasionally, her body would convulse, releasing white milk stains onto the horse's back.

Selena couldn't bear it anymore, her pussy swollen and uncomfortable, pleading, "Stop, it's too deep, it's almost reaching my stomach, pull out a bit..." 

She was overwhelmed with sensation, a mixture of itchiness, pain, and burning, yet also a rising pleasure that left her murmuring incoherently. With one hand instinctively reaching down to protect her pussy, she couldn't stop the forceful and deep thrusts, intensified by the galloping of the horse. 

As Lucio pinned her down on the horse's back, raising her hips slightly and leaving her suspended just centimeters above the saddle with the strength of his legs, he began to thrust forcefully, almost making her faint. Her legs spread open on the horse's back, unavoidably rubbing against the coarse horsehair at her most intimate place, causing her clitoris to swell slightly from the intense friction. 

Selena cried out hoarsely, her body drenched in sweat and tears, overwhelmed by the sensation of Lucio's final thrust, the warmth liquid making her shiver uncontrollably. When she finally regained her senses, she felt a dull ache from the constant rubbing of her pink nipples against the horsehair. Recollecting the experience, Selena felt a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and anger. This encounter was even more overwhelming than the first time in the forest pool. 

The sensation of her intimate parts pressed against the horse's back was too unbearable. Luckily, the horse had run far away, and they hadn't encountered anyone, or else she would have been too ashamed to show her face. Reflecting on this, tears streamed down her face, and she couldn't help but use her hands to twist Lucio's ear in frustration.

Selena screamed so hard that her voice became hoarse. There was a pool of water both under her body and around her face. It was just sticky under her body, and there were tears on the side of her face. Lucio gave the last blow, and the liquid he shot out burned the woman's whole mind. She was trembling and didn't react for a long time. When she woke up, she felt that the tips of herpink nipples were aching due to the constant brushing of the horse hair.

And the man held her in his arms again, taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. Looking back, Selena felt ashamed, annoyed and angry. This time was even worse than the first time in the pool in the deep forest. It was even too much. The feeling of having her secret area pressed against the horse's back was too embarrassing. Fortunately, the horse ran far away and didn't meet anyone. Otherwise, there would be no way for people to bump into her. She became angry just thinking about it. She burst into tears, and for a moment she didn't care to twist Lucio's ears with her hands.

The next day, when Selena got up, it was almost noon. There was still a slight soreness between her legs from the friction. Seeing that there was no one in the tent, she took out the calendula ointment she had brought along and gently applied it to her clean but still swollen intimate area under the covers. This brought her some relief.

Thinking back to the events of the previous night on the horseback, Selena felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. That man was truly lascivious; he could turn over and over on horseback and have sex with her three or four times. He even let her ride on the horseback at full speed. Now, she could vividly remember the sharpness of the saddle and the coarse horsehair that had been brushed clean and shiny in the daylight, pressing against her tender skin without any barrier.

She felt as though her entire clitoris had been crushed into mush, continuously being slapped her tender flesh as the horse galloped. The clear sensation, coupled with the man behind continuously fondling and kneading her tender breasts, and using his rough fingertips to pull and tug at her trembling pink nipples, created a double sensation that made her struggle to catch her breath. She could only grasp desperately at the horse's mane with trembling hands, unable to close her legs together. Her once pink and lovely vulva was now bright red from being slapped by the horse's back, and with each slap, she would raise her hips and grind. Soon enough, a stream of white fluid gushed out from beneath her, splattering onto the horse's belly and then onto the ground as it bounced and jolted along the grassy field.

The woman, exhausted, collapsed in the man's arms on the horseback, her long legs bending awkwardly, unable to close properly in midair. Meanwhile, the man chuckled softly in her ear, not only enjoying the sight of her flower being ravaged and dripping with fluids but also using his fingers to gently part her petals, gazing intently at her blossoming and delicate entrance, and then gently massaging it. This made the woman in his arms sensitive, eliciting soft moans, prompting him to dip his tongue in to taste.