Gushing Climax All Over Her Seasoned, Bushy Pussy While She Rides Her Massive Black Stallion

“What?  I didn’t hear you?”
“Yeeesss…yes!  Ohhh. Big cock . . …please…”
 “Please…what?”
 “Oh Peter…please…let me take off my panties.”
“All right, since you said ‘Please’.”
Simultaneously he pulled his fingers out of her and released his grip on her wrists. She allowed herself a few more seconds before the mirror then hurried back to her room to finish dressing.  This was really only a matter of slipping the velvet dress over her head and zipping it up, but it had to be done carefully.  She again considered a belt, to accent her figure, but decided she wanted to look exactly as she had before.  
She sat down to put on her sandals and immediately remembered Peter kneeling in front of her that night, his eyes shining, his hands warm and smooth on her thighs as he slowly pushed up the hem of her dress…oh god.