Saddle Up: A Guide to Riding Cock Like a Pro

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The sun dipped low, casting long, golden shadows across the quiet stable as he finished adjusting the final strap, his knuckles brushing softly against the worn leather of the saddle. She watched his hands, strong and capable, feeling a flush of warmth spread through her chest at his gentle, focused attention. The air was thick with the scent of hay and horses, a comforting, earthy perfume that made the moment feel suspended in time. He looked up then, his eyes meeting hers, and in that silent exchange, a universe of unspoken longing passed between them. Her breath caught as he offered a slow, tender smile that seemed to light her from within. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they traced the line of his jaw, feeling the faint stubble against her skin. He leaned into her touch, his own hand coming to rest on her waist, a solid, grounding presence that made her feel both delicate and powerful. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of weariness, but of profound, aching connection, a feeling so intense it threatened to overwhelm her. In the hush of the evening, with only the soft snuffling of the horses as their witness, the world narrowed to just this single, perfect point of contact. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her soul, that this was a feeling she would carry with her long after the stars came out.