“Bend over.”

Coarse hay presses into my skin, its sweet scent like a heady aphrodisiac.

You peel down my jodhpurs, your cock nuzzling into my syrupy arousal.

I tilt back my pelvis.

You mount me with the same practised skill you show all of your young riders.

A single thrust and I’m entirely filled, covering me with your raw power.

I squeal as you expel an almighty moan and anoint me with your cum.

You dismount with the same practised skill, stuffing your flaccid cock back into your jodhpurs.

“David….darling, where are you? They are calling you into the ring.”