Was her new saddle somehow enchanted?
She slid back and forward and panted,
Buck naked, of course,
Just herself and her horse,
As she cried out and came, as he cantered!
Tag: horse
Down on the farm
As a girl who’d grown up on a farm,
Teasing horses’ cocks, big as her arm,
Who’d got off on machines
Since her earliest teens,
Could a boy’s slim prick do her much harm?
Saddle-sore
It was rumoured the man was endowed
Like a horse, and she recklessly vowed
To find out if it fitted.
It hurt, she admitted,
But felt, nonetheless, justly proud!