1. Wild For Horses


    Date: 4/16/2016, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    bedroom door and locked it now, while she was thinking of it. She was a very absent-minded, dreamy girl most times. But this time she wanted to make absolutely sure of her privacy. She lit a candle on her bureau, turned out her light, and took off her jeans and her blouse. She began caressing herself. Her round, nubile tits were full and fitted well into the palms of her hands. She hefted her little breasts a couple of times. &#034Faster, Trigger! Faster!&#034 she spoke to an imaginary horse. She bent over as if she were leaning against a horse's neck. She imagined the feel of the black mane flowing against her chest, and the feel of the power of the horse between her thighs. &#034I said faster! Faster! Faster! Carry me off like the wind!&#034 With her eyes closed, she reached for the little gold knob of the drawer. She pulled the drawer open. Her fingers felt inside. She pulled out her secret treasure, a black leather riding crop! The riding crop had a thick leather handle. She had bought it in a riding store one day with her allowance, in preparation for the day when she would really ride a horse! But in the meantime, she had found other uses for it. She pulled her knees up to her chest and spread them wide apart. A wet stain spread across the crotch of her blue panties. She stuck one finger down into her panties and stirred the wet flesh. &#034Mmmmm, Trigger, take me on! Take me off! Ride!&#034 She took the riding crop and began bouncing on the bed, striking herself ...
    with the whip on her thighs. Her thighs grew hot and red as she slapped herself. Her fingers wiggled deeper and deeper into her cunt. &#034Faster! Faster! Take me off like the wind!&#034 She pulled the blue crotch of her panties aside. Her thighs were on fire from the repeated whippings. She turned the handle around and pushed it into the wet meat of her beaver! &#034Faster Trigger! Faster!&#034 the moaning girl cried aloud. Just then there was a knocking on her door. &#034Tanya, is that you? Are you in there?&#034 said Burton. He tried the door but it was locked. He waited for her answer. &#034Yes, Burton, I'm in here, I just want some privacy for a while, I want to be alone, to think about things,&#034 the panting girl tried to contain herself while she talked to her stepfather. Sweat was dripping down her forehead. Her pussy flesh tingled and she gritted her teeth as she pushed the thick whip handle in and out. It felt so good! So fucking good! &#034Okay, honey, I just wanted to say goodnight.&#034 &#034Goodnight, Burton! And thank you for being so understanding!&#034 &#034Don't mention it. Goodnight!&#034 he said and left her door. She waited until she heard his footsteps go down the hall. Then slowly she started to let herself get heated up by the repeated slow, long drawing in and out of the whip handle up her cunt. She had never fucked a boy in her life. But you could not say that she was a virgin. Ever since she had bought this riding crop, mere masturbation with her ...
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