Removing the bun in which she usually kept her hair, the rakish pirate, started running his fingers through her silky curls.Removing the bun in which she usually kept her hair, the rakish pirate, started running his fingers through her silky curls. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he lightly rub her scalp. His hands wandered from her hair to her back and began to gently massage here too. He was touching her just as she wished her husband would. This, combined with the the rubbing of the harness between her legs, was too much for Ivy to bare. She could no longer hold back. Biting as hard as she could on the reins while forcing her body to become ridged, she let the orgasm run through her body. She tried to display as little movement as possible. To him, she wanted it to look like a cramp or a momentary tightening of her muscles. Somehow the adverse conditions made it that much more powerful, causing to forget what she was doing and drop the reins. Realizing what she had done, she could only pray that he did not notice what had really happened. Picking up the reins he gave her a sharp slap on the rump and forced them back into her mouth. By night fall and a dozen orgasms latter, they reached the camp. During her latest climaxes, she'd held on to the reins and she thought that she had better control of her body this time. |