Riding lessons

Sun warms the ranch, barley sways, hooves thunder on the dirt, and the air smells sweet from the freshly cut hay. A man has everything he needs right here. Today Aletta Ocean is riding those fields like she owns them—big tits bouncing under a thin white tank, black hair loose and whipping in the breeze. She heads straight for the stables, saddle tucked under one arm, and mounts without hesitation. Her hips roll with the horse’s stride, each rise and fall rubbing her clit against the leather. No trainers, no audience—just her slick cunt and that steady rhythm. She reaches down, shoves two fingers past her thong, finds herself dripping, and starts circling her clit in time with the canter. Sweat beads on her chest. She squeezes her tits with her free hand, thumb flicking the stiff nipple, while the horse’s pace urges her closer. When she comes she stays low in the saddle, biting her lip, legs trembling, pussy clenching around nothing but the heat between her thighs.