Lightning was off in a flash. As soon as the rider was fastened tightly in position, the horse bolted at top speed.

Melanie's beautiful blue eyes gleamed with delight and her grin stretched from ear to ear as the wind whisked the hair across her pretty face.

The burning flame within her and without her was being quenched by the speeding ride of her powerful steed.

Her flowery cunt swished about the smooth surface as her thighs bounced up down and around on the bobbing horse's back.

Her nipples were hard as a rock. Her big tits flapped from the motion and the sweaty under parts were dried in the cooling wind.

Her body comfortably glowed from the inside. Her passion was flowing through her and exciting her to a grand height now that the wind cooled her boiling skin.

Lightning was whinnying as he sped through the valley. She was blinded from the fierce intensity of the sun's brilliant rays.

She felt alive like never before. Only her precious Lightning could do that to her. It was insane but true.

There was no guilt, no recriminations at this point. Everything was pure bliss, an uninhibited delight.

It was a feeling of lust, yes, but also one of total freedom. Her reckless abandon was reaping a fine reward.

And she knew that the horse was aware of her passion. In some strange way beyond her ability to fully imagine, the horse was trying to court her.

Great bellowing whinnies were rushing out of his snorting mouth without the faintest trace of a muffle from the bit inside it.

The horse was happy and charged up. It sensed the fact that the rider was pleased and enjoying herself on her frantic ride.

The horse did not slow down, but it changed the pace of its gallop from a frenzied headlong run to one of long, lopping strides.

Melanie gasped in pleasure from the change of rhythm. Her cunt suffused with a fiery glow making her clit palpitate.