As the sun kissed the horizon, casting a warm glow across the vast meadow, the silhouettes of a knight and his noble charge grew increasingly intimate. The knight, Al, had been commissioned to teach the young and curvaceous Lady Ira the art of horseback riding, a skill she had been eager to master.
Despite her initial apprehension, she had come to trust the firm, yet gentle, guidance of her instructor. His calloused hands had a way of calming her nerves, as they would occasionally graze her thighs to correct her posture in the saddle.
The heat of the day had caused beads of sweat to form on their brows and their clothes to stick to their bodies, highlighting their every contour. Their eyes met in a moment of unexpected understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the undeniable sexual tension that had been simmering beneath the surface of their lessons.
Ira’s heart raced as she felt the heat emanating from the knight’s body, her nipples tightening beneath her chemise. The knight’s gaze lingered on her voluptuous breasts, the fabric barely concealing their outline. His cock, already at half-mast from the constant jostling of the horse’s rhythmic gait, grew even harder at the thought of what could be.
Without a word, Al reached up and grabbed a fistful of Ira’s long, chestnut hair, pulling her down to his level. Their lips collided in a fiery kiss, tongues dancing together as the horse continued to trot along the forest path.
Ira’s pulse quickened as she felt the knight’s hand slide from her waist to the swell of her ass, squeezing and caressing the soft flesh beneath her riding skirt. The friction between their bodies grew more intense with every step the horse took, setting a natural rhythm for the carnality that was about to unfold.
Al’s other hand found its way to her pussy, his rough fingers delving into the damp fabric that separated him from her slick folds. Ira gasped into his mouth as he began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was exquisite, and she found herself grinding against his palm, eager for more.
Her hands wandered to the front of his breeches, feeling the unmistakable outline of his thick erection straining against the fabric. Their passion could no longer be contained by the confines of propriety, and with a sudden surge of lust, Al pulled his hand away, leaving Ira’s pussy begging for his touch.
He took the reins in one hand and deftly guided the horse into a more secluded part of the forest. The animal, sensing the shift in its riders’ mood, slowed to a gentle walk.
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The knight reached around and untied the laces of Ira’s bodice with his free hand, exposing her ample breasts to the cool evening air. Her nipples stiffened as he leaned down to take one into his mouth, teasing and sucking as she moaned in pleasure.
Their breaths grew ragged as they broke the kiss, both of them aware that the moment they had been dancing around had finally arrived. With a firm grip, he hoisted Ira onto the horse’s broad back, positioning her so that she faced him.
Her legs spread wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy, and she eagerly wrapped them around his waist. He freed his cock from his breeches and aligned it with her entrance, feeling her wetness against the tip.
As the horse plodded along, the knight and the lady began to move together in a sensual dance, their bodies undulating in time with the animal’s gait. Ira reached down and grabbed his shaft, guiding it into her eager hole. With a groan, he pushed himself into her, feeling her tightness clench around him.
The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the quiet forest, a testament to their unbridled lust. The world around them faded away as they became lost in the sensations. Ira’s moans grew louder with every thrust, her hands digging into his muscular back as she met him halfway.
The horse, seemingly aware of their passion, moved in a gentle rhythm. Their passion grew wilder as the horse’s steady rhythm set the pace for their carnality. Ira’s legs tightened around the knight’s waist, her heels digging into his firm ass as she urged him deeper. The heat and friction of their bodies melded together, the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest as she bounced with every thrust.
The saddle creaked in protest, but the horse remained unfazed, a silent witness to the primal act unfolding upon its back. Ira’s pussy stretched to accommodate his girth, the slickness of her arousal easing his way in and out. Her breath hitched as his cock hit that sweet spot inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall.
The knight, his own breaths now ragged and desperate, took one of her plump breasts into his hand, kneading and pinching the erect nipple. He could feel her walls contract around him, the beginnings of her climax building like a storm within her. Sensing her impending release, he quickened his pace, driving into her with a ferocity that matched the beating of their hearts. His hand found its way back to her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
The forest air grew thick with their moans and grunts, a symphony of desire echoing through the trees. Ira’s hips rocked in a frenzied motion, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock as she approached her peak. The tension grew unbearable, coiling tightly in her belly, until with a final, guttural cry, she shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm washing over her like a warm, velvety wave.
Her body convulsed, her inner muscles spasming around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his rigid shaft. The sight of her in the throes of ecstasy was more than the knight could handle, and with a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside her, his seed mixing with her juices in a sticky, erotic mess.
They remained connected for several moments, panting and trembling, their bodies still moving in the aftershocks of their shared climax. Slowly, they disentangled themselves, the reality of their situation seeping back in. With a smirk, Al helped Ira to dismount, her legs wobbly from the intense pleasure she had just experienced.
They shared a knowing glance, the tension of their secret tryst thick between them. As they straightened their clothes and composed themselves, the unspoken promise of more illicit encounters in the future hung in the air, a delicious anticipation that only added to the allure of their illicit affair.
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