The story of two people on one horse

The sunlight slanted across the thatched pavilion and her, casting long shadows on the sand. She turned to look, trying to find the end of the shadow, but strangely, she couldn't.
Suddenly, she noticed another dark figure approaching her and the pavilion's shadows. It was a strange shadow, seemingly with two heads, and it seemed to be leaping. The girl's heart pounded, and tears welled in her eyes. She remained motionless, listening to the hoofbeats approaching, growing louder, faster, slower, until finally the shadow overlapped with hers, standing still.
The girl persisted; she wouldn't turn around. She wanted him to speak first, to call her name.
After a long while, she heard a soft sigh, then the man said, "You're really still here."
She whirled around. The man had already dismounted and was standing outside the pavilion. She cried, tears streaming silently down her face. She felt wronged, but didn't know why. Finally, she spoke, saying, "Why did you take so long to come!" Then she burst into tears.
Some things are irrational, like liking or disliking someone—it's often just a fleeting feeling. That's why someone once said, "A moment is eternity."
"I have something to do," the man said, "so I can't come."
She sobbed, stopping her tears, and asked softly, "Is everything done?"
"No." The man shook his head worriedly. He hadn't achieved any of his goals this time. The "Broken Tooth" brat was becoming increasingly arrogant, relying on the approaching return of the Special Economic Zone to think the higher-ups wouldn't dare touch him. The "Broken Tooth" brat had even increased the price of the line he controlled by 20%. If it weren't for Liao Lao's people making arrangements, he would have really taken him out.
Yesterday he had already contacted the He family. Although it was an old line, the price was fixed, and it could be used as a backup. He and his older brother discussed it and decided to have the British organize a small shipment to test the waters first. Next month, they would send 100 Mercedes over to see what problems arose on the road. As for the "Broken Tooth" brat, he didn't want to let him off so easily. If a hard walnut wasn't working, he'd give him a rotten one to taste.
The girl stared blankly at the pensive man. His eyes were melancholic, deep like the night sea. The horse neighed impatiently, and the man snapped out of his reverie. He smiled at her.
"What do you want to eat? It's my treat."
The girl beamed, "Wenhe's abalone!"
"Wenhe?" The man was surprised; he clearly didn't know where Wenhe was.
The girl smiled smugly, "I'll take you there; it's near the submarine base."
"It won't be very expensive, will it?" the man feigned surprise.
The girl giggled, "Of course it's expensive! I've been waiting for you for three days, I'm going to give you a good beating."
"I'll go back and get a car," the man said. The girl shook her head, "I don't want to ride, I want to ride a horse!"
"But there's only one horse..." Before the man could finish, the girl cried out shyly, "I want you to take me!"
Looking at the girl's innocent face, the man suddenly felt a pang of pain. I shouldn't have provoked her. What am I? She's also called Feifei, she's also called Feifei... Perhaps because the light was dimming, the girl didn't notice the man's gloomy face. She walked cheerfully to the horse, braced her left foot on the stirrup, and placed her hands on the iron rings at both ends of the saddle. With a strong push of her foot and a pull of her hands, she was already firmly seated on the saddle. The girl's nimble movements surprised the man. He hesitated whether to mount, but the girl had already stretched out her hand to him triumphantly.
The man mounted the horse and immediately felt quite embarrassed. The saddle was only so big, and the girl, sitting in front of him, had her firm buttocks pressing right against his crotch. Seeing that the girl remained silent, he realized it would seem petty of him to be offended.
He gently pulled her closer, gripped the reins, gave a slight jerk, and spurred the horse forward.
The girl, beaming, pointed to a cluster of distant lights on the eastern side of the bay and exclaimed, "That's Wenhe! We can run there along the beach!" The man nodded. The girl's hair exuded a delicate fragrance, constantly tantalizing his senses.
He suddenly realized that since arriving in Hainan, he hadn't been in contact with a single woman in the past few days. He had been spending all his time with that wretched dung beetle, that arrogant fool who thought he was all hairy.
He could vividly feel the girl's full, firm buttocks, clad only in a swimsuit, rhythmically pressing against his penis with each gallop, while his lower body, uncontrollably and foolishly, underwent changes he didn't want to see.
The girl sensed it too. Her face flushed, her heart raced, and her body grew increasingly weak, so weak she could barely support herself. She slowly leaned towards the man, her back pressed against his chest, only then realizing how strong and powerful his chest was.
Facing the evening sea breeze, the girl's long hair billowed, obscuring the man's view, forcing him to pull on the reins and stop the horse.
As he tried to brush the hair from her face, in that instant, the girl's entire body went limp, her head tilting back, softly resting on the man's shoulder, her cherry-red lips, fragrant with orchids, pressed against his. The man looked down at the beauty in his arms, her starry eyes closed, her cherry-red lips like blood-red blossoms. He couldn't resist, nor did he want to. His strong arms tightened, holding the girl tightly in his embrace… The white horse wandered aimlessly on the silvery moonlight of the beach, the man and woman kissing passionately on horseback, their tongues intertwined, the man's hands roaming over the girl's full, youthful body. Their breathing grew heavier and heavier. Suddenly, the girl let out a soft cry like a kitten in spring, wrapping her arms around the man's neck. The man, supporting her buttocks, lifted her gently from the saddle, turning her to face him as she sat down.
Her legs parted slightly, and the man's penis lightly touched her crotch. The girl cried out shyly, burying her face in the man's chest. The man reached out and gently parted her swimsuit, reaching between her legs. He spread his palm wide and cupped her, pressing her moist vulva heavily against his hand.
He gently rubbed and moved it up and down, his palm fully experiencing the girl's beautiful, full vulva, the pure labia writhing between his fingers.
The girl's whole body was burning hot. The man didn't know that this was the girl's first time.
The man finally withdrew his penis. The girl closed her eyes, not daring to look any longer, but the image of that erect, hard shaft was already deeply imprinted in her mind. She leaned weakly against the man, letting him lift her from the horse and hold her on his lap. She felt the burning hot glans pressing hard against her vulva. Suddenly, the man slowly lowered his hands from her buttocks, and her body involuntarily slumped down as that terrifying thing thrust into her!
The girl couldn't help but scream, whether from pain or pleasure, but the man no longer noticed her slightly furrowed brow; his gaze was fixed on their joined genitals.
He gently squeezed the horse's flanks, and the white horse, understanding, trotted slowly. With each sway, his penis powerfully thrust in and out of the girl's vagina, and her body tossed and fell with the horse's movements. The girl clenched her teeth, the stinging pain and intense sensation from her lower body almost unbearable, yet her heart was filled with a bittersweet feeling. She wanted to bite the man's shoulder and cry, she wanted to clamp herself tightly around his waist, her legs slowly wrapping around his buttocks, her hands gripping his back tightly.
Suddenly, the man cupped her face, carefully admiring her tear-streaked cheeks, and gently licked away the salty tears with his tongue. Then, he thrust his penis forcefully, his shaft pumping rapidly. Although she was inexperienced, she knew he was about to ejaculate. She shyly pressed her face close to his, and as he released his pent-up fluids, she bit down hard on his shoulder until she tasted blood in her mouth before letting go.
The man groaned, having already ejaculated, but his penis remained inside the girl. He held her tightly in his arms, gazing at the shimmering sea, hearing her cries.
He lowered his head and said softly, "Haven't had enough? Keep biting!"
The girl ignored him, sobbing, "You're bullying me."
He chuckled, saying, "Who told you to make me eat your little pussy?" He gently moved his still-inserted penis.
The girl, overcome with shame, let out a soft moan, trying to sit up by pressing on his shoulder, but her body was weak and limp, and she sat back down heavily, as if she were the one thrusting. The man laughed loudly, pulling the girl closer, maintaining their shameful position. He whispered to her, "From today onwards, you are my woman, and I will never give you to anyone else!"
Under the moonlight, on the beach, a lone horse and two riders journeyed towards a road with no end and no direction, the stars twinkling and fishing lights glittering ahead.
[The End]

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