Head Home

"That wouldn't be too bad..." You say as you let your hand roam over her taut and muscled haunches causing her to neigh in delight. "...if it was just the two of us." Goldie leans in close now panting hot breaths down your neck her hips gyrating and grinding against yours.

"But I want us under a roof..." You reach grab a firm hold of each of her shapely buttocks to press her hard against your body.

"...with four walls..." Every sinew of her under your touch seems to quiver and vibrate under her skin.

"...and a soft bed." Your left hand rubs down her statuesque form to find a hot trail of moisture leading to her steaming core. You look up to see her eyes shut tight, throatily exhaling in short puffs. Her expression conveys her loss in a world of exquisite ****. You rub her female lubrication against the inside of her thigh and the higher you rub the faster Goldie's pants come. Just as your about to reach the apex of her legs, you stop and nonchalantly begin to brush her mane back over her eyes and ears. A deep throated snort and nicker sound

"Master...." She holds you tighter now her hips humping against your stomach leaving a heavy smear of equine desire across your clothes.

"Goldie." You reach to grab her head, "Goldie." You guide her head down to lay a kiss against her snout and to hold it against yours. Slowly her body settles down, until the only motion now is of her heavy chest moving in time with her labored breaths. "Home."

Goldie ,still slightly breathless, nods in acknowledgment and soon your mounted again riding Goldie on a brisk pace back to your home.

The sun just begins to set as you make it through your front door which has been modified to be taller and wider. As you go through your home, you notice similar changes all the doors, furniture, and fixtures. As you make your way through the house and back to the front door, you see Goldie nervously standing at the entrance where you left her, shuffling from side to side and pawing gently at the floor. She's still breathing hard from her run and your admire her physique especially now that it's covered in a sheen of sweat. You see a trickle of sweat descend from her graceful neck, bead at her collarbone and swell as it rolled down the canyons of her bosom. You call for Goldie and motion for her to come to you. She strides across the room, a display of clearly defined muscles coiling under her skin, and generous curves swinging to the motions. You wrap your hand around hers.

"Come on, you need a rub down."