In the heart of the stables, she takes charge, straddling him with a smirk. He knows her skill, her hunger. She grinds, her hips controlling the rhythm, her hands guiding his, exploring her curves. His cock hardens, straining against his jeans. She reaches down, unzipping, freeing him. With a moan, she sinks onto his length, riding him in the hay, their breaths syncing with the creaking saddle.