Orgasmically

Unable to tell horse chestnuts from chestnut horses, Aurora had idiotically grabbed a handful of poison oak to plaster over her pussy, which had created an incessant itch in her crotch which she tried to scratch as discretely and demurely as possible, but added to this was the ever present rocking bounce of the strong horse, the twitch of its muscles beneath her.

The smell of her hunky knight, the gleam of the sun off his armor, the swell of his muscles, the curl of his beard.

She dripped perspiration and lust from her wonton sex.

He moaned.

"Please, slow down!", she demanded.

"We're almost there."

"No, no, I have to...reeesst".

"Just a few more furlongs, you can make it."

"P-please...you don't understand!"

Bullets were pouring from her as she pleaded in exasperation.

"Fine, we'll hurry up.", and with a flick of the reins they were bouncing at a gallop.

"No...NO! STOP! You HAVE to STOP!"

Alarmed, the knight stopped as he reached the clearing of his lands, and several farm hands stared at the strange girl who tripped from the saddle too late, landing on her ass she screamed, but it was clear to all in earshot it was in pleasure. And if there could be any doubt she sprayed the befuddled night with her pussy juice like a jester's flower.

As her breath came back in ragged pants she could still hear the coarse laughter of the peasants.

"Why you disgusting harlot!", the knight ejaculated as he wiped his brow of her lady liquor.

"Heh...heh...", Aurora mumbled, "I told you to slow down..."