’m naked, and riding bareback, and each time a hoof hits the ground, my clitoris tingles. I hold tight with my knees and jiggle my arse to...
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My rapidly diminishing impression of this man’s ability to serve our drink was further encouraged when I heard him radioing someone on his walky-talky from behind the bar. Who was he talking to? The janitor?
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