"Oooo," she sighed, floating on a cloud of passion. "No wonder Tammy misses the farm." She was overwhelmed with passion. "I never would have left." She squeezed Beauty's neck.

Her cunt squished on the saddle. The sounds reached her ears. She leaned forward as far as possible.

"Does Tammy do this?" A lewd giggle escaped her mouth. She sat up again in the saddle, tall, her back straight, her tits jutting out proudly.

Panting, she brought her trembling body momentarily under control. She stared glassy-eyed across the stream. Being naked out in the open and sitting on a pony overwhelmed the child. It was unbelievable, but true. It blew her young mind.

Using her hands, she caressed her own sizzling tittie meat. Tender strokes, light touches. Her hands became more urgent, more demanding. Kneading fingers dug into the pulpy flesh.

Everything started to spin. She fell forward again and grabbed hold of Beauty's thick golden mane. "I'm gonna ride you. Cream your saddle."

The pony snorted as if he understood the child's delirium. His tail slapped over his rump, and he shook his head.

Priscilla moaned. "Ooooh, shit!" Holding his mane in her tight grasp, the horny teenager slammed her clit into the saddle horn. Lights exploded behind her glazed brown eyes. She blinked rapidly, an orgasm building deep in her virgin cunt. "Oooo, pony boy. I'm gonna cum. Holy Christ!"

The realization of what she had said hit her like a ton of bricks. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Her hips moved faster.

Pussy juice flowed faster. Her cunt muscles, untested and inexperienced, pulsed against her empty canal. Oozing fuck cream greased her untouched hole.

With her thighs fused to the beast's sides, her cunt flush against the smooth leather saddle, and her clit banging into the hard horn, Priscilla's virgin pussy exploded like never before. "I'm cumming!" she squealed, her shrill excited voice filtering through the trees. "I'm cumming!"