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Expert horseman John MacTavish, who has a very hands-on teaching style and makes you ride the saddle in front of him for post trotting exercises.
His thick frame pressed up against your back. Hands gentle yet firm on your waist as be guides your body to rise and fall with the rhythmic movement of the mares trotting gate.
"Tha's it, bonnie. Watch 'er. Feel 'er as she moves." His instruction's smooth, deliberate. Breath soft and warm along the edge of your neck.
"Ya got it, lass. Up on th'diagonal. Jus' like tha'."
"Eyes forward. Let 'er guide ya."
Your fingers wrapped tightly around the taut weathered reigns. Textured leather broken seamlessly at the seams sliding along your palms. And his expert hands directing the ebb and flow of your hips as the chestnut mare trotted effortlessly within the fields of wheat.
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And as a reward for your continued equine education, your Scottish horse master gifted you with a private lesson in riding a more able-bodied and robust saddle.
Leather reigns replaced with thick clumps of hair that adorned the broad plateau of his chest. Rolling your hips in tandem with his upward thrust, mirroring the diagonal rhythm you perfected only hours ago.
"Tha's it, hen. Move wit me. Jus' like I taught ya."
The rumbling growl in his voice only accentuated the overwhelming sensation of him beneath you. Feeling him pulse within your silken walls, his hands on your hips as he guided you to bounce without restraint on his throbbing cock.
"Faster, John. I wanna go faster." You pleaded. Breathless and breathtaking while riding him.
"No-,not yet," he retorted. Jaw clenched, caging a moan within his throat, panting as he continued.
"Got'a master-, the trot before you move-, to the canter."
"Then teach me, John. Please."
"Aye. I will," he grunted. Lifting your hips as he vigorously bucked up into your cunt.
"Gonnae teach ya so good, hen. Make ya mine. Make ya me-, highland rodeo queen."
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Stephanie, showing Dinah and Ollie the Manor: What do we think? Has everything you wanted, right?
Dinah: Yeah, I love the open concept kitchen.
Ollie: Oh, don't get me started on that backyard.
Bruce: Excuse me, can I help you?
Stephanie: So, did we find your dream home?
Bruce: Uh, no, this house isn't for sale.
Dinah and Ollie: We'll take it.
Bruce: I think you're confused.
Stephanie: Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Lance-Queen on your beautiful new home.
Bruce: Please get out.
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