I nod, not even hearing what he has said, a whimper escaping me as I feel him expose me, and again as I feel his penis rubbing against me. His body presses hard into me with the saddle trapping me, his hands cups and fondles my buttocks, and I wriggle vainly trying to escape his touch. My movements only serving to open my folds and allow him better access, his cock rubbing against my clit as the damnable horse walks.

He thrusts his hips and the pommel presses into my ass, I moan at the uncomfortable position, but more at my own helpless reaction to him. My clit hardening as do my nipples, my nectar flowing from the heat building between my thighs, he may do what he wants, but how can I dare enjoy it? His hands lift me, his cock entering me, slowly lowering me back down onto him. My ass settles onto the pommel, the hard leather horn pushing against my rosebud I try to move off it, but he holds me fast.

Colin moans as tears moisten her sweet face, his cock throbbing with n...

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