Mistress on the Hunt


The hunt completed
For the day
Time now for Mistress
Special play
Her sub replaces
Noble steed
And satisfy
Her need

A swipe of crop
She knew it stung
But he knelt quickly
Used his tongue
One her boots
To make them shine
“No finer boy
Than Mine”

From her hunting ride
She stripped
Sat back and opened wide
Her scent aroused him
Juice covered face
She held him in
He knew his place

She loved the hunt
Loved the ride
Loved when
She took her boy inside

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