While looking him over, in the same manner, a hawk would a rabbit, Scarlett swallowed down the lump in her throat. He stood barelegged all the way up to his boxer briefs that were bulging out in the crotch. His thighs were world class, likely from all the horseback riding at his family’s ranch, where he served as the manager and trained champions. Her hand trembled as she reached out to finger the top of the waistband before lightly trailing up his torso to the circular patch of pink crowning one of his pecs.
Impulsively, she leaned forward, opening her mouth and tonguing over the small, eraser-like nub. Davis’s knees buckled and he moaned loudly. Yummy—she had found a sensitive spot. Seizing the moment, she wrapped her lips around the nipple, suckling while her fingers found its twin and began to tease. Another loud moan broke the silence.
Her chest, neck, and hairline were starting to sizzle but a short gust of cooler air hit Scarlett’s back over the zigzag lacing in the back of her corset. Davis had made short work of her zipper, and in a flash, he’d pulled her dress down over her hips, leaving the garment in a heap on the floor.
“Fuck!” Davis licked his lips while staring at her body.
Using one purple pump, she scooted the dress out of the way and took a step back to allow him a better look.
“Damn, my girl is one sexy lil’ filly!”
Scarlett’s cheeks burned and she couldn’t hold back her smile. She had hoped for that very response. Davis hurriedly removed his shirt, throwing it down by her dress before he closed the distance between them. As his arms wrapped around her, Scarlett slipped hers around his neck. She squealed as her feet left the floor as he un-expectantly lifted her, but before she could protest, she found herself flopped down on top of the bed. He parted her legs and kneeled between them. Like a man in a daze, he caressed a long, blonde spiral curl while he gaped at her corseted torso.
As his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, Scarlett squirmed in an attempt to settle the throbbing between her legs. While using his free hand, Davis palmed the light-pink satin, squeezing her breasts beneath. He positioned his body over her as he lavished her cleavage with kisses. Scarlett mewed and bucked her hips, grinding her pussy against the bulge in his underwear.
She shivered as Davis blew lightly on her tingling skin. Through the corset, she could feel the trail of air as he moved the gust downward past her concealed navel until he reached the tiny patch of hair just above her throbbing clit. His tongue darted out, flickering over the tiny bundle of nerves just below. Scarlett quivered as he teased her, slowly alternating between a series of three tiny laps and two caresses with his bottom lip. She whined, ready for Davis to eat her up, but he took his time, working up her senses.
She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip, clawing at her sheets as he repeated the sweet torture, over and over again until she was shaking like jelly. He ran his hands over her thick thighs as his mouth performed its sensual dance, lightly caressing her silky stockings over the fleshiest area. Scarlett held her breath for fear of screaming until finally, Davis maneuvered into position, lifting her legs and resting them over his shoulders.
She exhaled deeply, relaxing into the pose. He paused and looked up at her.
“Such a naughty lil’ filly, not wearing any panties…”
Coyly, she batted her eyelashes and covered her face with her hand. Davis went back to work, lapping at her needy folds before settling into another rhythm over her clit. Overcome by the sensations, she wriggled around restlessly, afraid she may shatter into a million pieces. The pleasure was already unbearably sweet, but when a large digit pushed inside her and began to prod her most sensitive spots, the dam broke, transforming her into a quivering, shrieking mess. Her wetness christened Davis’s lips and his chin and even ran down her thighs. He removed his finger as he lifted his head and then sucked off the juices.
He hooked his thumbs under his waistband. “I think you’re all ready for some of this.” He yanked down his underwear and released his massive cock. It bounded out like a cobra ready to strike.
Scarlett parted her lips on a tiny gasp. Every time she laid eyes on his long, thick dick, she had no trouble believing he could transform into a horse. He was certainly hung like one. After wrapping his hand around the base, he gave his shaft a couple of strokes before he turned, and reached for his pants, feeling around in the pockets until he pulled out a condom.
She sat up and held out her hand. Davis passed her the gold foil packet and she tore it open. He stood proudly, his huge dick jutting out at her eye-level. She wrapped her lips around the wide, dome, twirling her tongue around over the sensitive area just below while gripping at the base and slowly pumping up the veiny shaft. Davis moaned, resting his hand on her head as she treated him to a few more strokes.
He whimpered as she opened her mouth and released him. She removed the condom from the open packet before placing the ring at the tip and rolling it down. Her gaze drifted upward and she shot Davis a welcoming smile as she reclined back against the mattress.
He wasted no time positioning his body between her legs and placing the head of his cock at her entrance. “Ready?” he asked sweetly but with a voice filled with urgency.
Scarlett nodded. Her
