Her tender underparts slapped against the wet leather between long delays due to the horse's arching prance that raised her flanks off the saddle.

At that interval she felt the wind pierce into the gaping, flower of her cunt and wonderfully irritate her burning parts.

Then her cunt pounced upon the smooth saddle and her loins shuddered in the spastic throes of a rippling orgasm.

The electric current that pulsed through her began in her fevered clit and then burst into flames in her cunt.

Then the wave began an incredible rise up the length of her tingling spine and raced through her shoulders and burst forth into the wells of her bulbous tits.

Her breasts glowed from the orgasm's dramatic chain of flow that inevitably settled in the flesh of her hot mounds.

Her face pulsed a beet-red. Her cunt lips glistened from her spasmic dew that drenched them and made their redness shine forth.

Her nipples were so hard she thought that the orgasm would end only after they had burst from their seams and gushed blood.

Lightning called a halt to the graceful and sweeping gallop with one last mind-boggling arching swoop of his pouncing flanks.

The horse stopped dead in his tracks and Melanie's loins fell onto to the saddle with a splashing thud.

It wrung the last of her fantastic vibration out of her pulsating frame and called a halt to the most fabulous orgasm she had ever experienced in her short life.

After that thundering stop the horse proceeded at a normal pace and allowed the beautiful rider to catch her fevered breath.

Through half-closed lids that hid a part of her sex-glazed eyes, Melanie began to focus on the scenery before her.

Lightning was taking them over to a shady spot. An enormous tree whose plumage rose to a grand height stood adjacent a running stream. They slowly ambled over to the cool-looking spot. Melanie's body was glued to the saddle that had afforded her so much pleasure.