One family on the vast grassland

The vast grassland stretched to the horizon, merging seamlessly with the sky. The setting sun cast its golden rays upon the grass, and a gentle breeze
carried the fragrance of fresh grass. In the distance, the neighing of horses and the whistles of herdsmen

echoed. The thunderous sound of hooves heralded a large herd galloping through the grassland. Not far away, two white yurts
sat on the green expanse, smoke rising from their chimneys, creating a sense of peace and tranquility.

"Mom, listen! It's Dad and Heifeng returning!"

A girl in a Tibetan robe with two braids rushed excitedly out of the yurt,
shielding her eyes from the sun as she gazed into the distance. "Yes, Sangji, hurry! Open the fence of the horse pen so your father can bring the horses
in," a middle-aged woman with delicate features, also dressed in Tibetan robes, said to Sangji.

This was Losang's family, one of the few remaining truly nomadic people on the grassland. Living far from
towns, they relied on herding horses for a living, migrating to a new place roughly every year.

Father Losang, a strong and robust grassland man, was also the best rider in the surrounding villages. Mother Jima
married Losang at fifteen and gave birth to Sangji at sixteen; she was now a thirty-one-year-old woman.
Daughter Sangji, at fifteen, was already a renowned beauty on the grassland. Many wealthy families
had proposed to Losang, but he had refused them all, leaving many young men heartbroken.

"Dad!" Seeing Losang return, Sangji ran over. Losang picked her up and spun her around in the air
. Sangji wrapped her legs around Losang's waist like an octopus.

"Haha, how's our most beautiful Gesang flower on the grassland? Have you missed your dad these past few days?"

"Hehe, of course I have! Not only have I missed you, but I've also missed Blackie!"

The black horse behind the man seemed to understand its master's words, rearing up and neighing. "Come on! Dad's
hungry; I can smell your mom's cooking from afar."

On the vast grassland, the silver moonlight mingled with the starlight.

Inside the yurt, a large hand, through her underwear, caressed Jima's buttocks.

"Hiss! What are you doing? Take your hand away." Jima frowned, glaring at her husband, Losang.

"Shh! Keep your voice down. I just checked, Sangji is asleep. Shouldn't we…?" Losang
's hand had already slipped inside Jima's undergarment, caressing her smooth skin.

Feeling her husband's caresses, Jima felt a slight itch in her vagina, and her breathing became rapid and heavy. "

You rascal, didn't your brother's wife satisfy you when you went to her house? You come back and immediately ask me for more."

Life on the grassland, though free, was also lonely and monotonous; sometimes, one might not see a
stranger . Therefore, Losang and his brother Bagan's family had this unusually close relationship.

"How could that be, wife? I've saved all the good stuff for you." He continued to grope her, stripping her
naked.

Although living on the grasslands inevitably roughens the skin, the woman's body becomes even more curvaceous. Jima's
breasts are large, slightly sagging but still firm and full. Her lower abdomen is flat, and curly pubic hair vaguely
conceals her genitals. A drop of water slowly rolls down her inner thigh, leaving a glistening trail. Gazing at
the beautiful young woman before him, Losang quickly strips off his clothes, picks up Jima, and rushes out of the tent.

Jima, of course, knows what her man is planning, but no matter how many times they do it, she still feels both excited and
shy.

She buries her face deeply in his chest and whispers, "Keep it down, don't wake Sangji."

"Hmm, don't worry, our daughter is fast asleep. Let me taste my wife's mare's milk first."

With that, Losang gently lifts the woman up and takes Jima's nipple into his mouth, sucking.

"Ah… be gentle, you rascal, it hurts." Jima's body trembles slightly, and she hugs Losang's head tightly, kissing his
ear. Jima, completely naked, was carried by Losang to the horse pen. "

Why can't you do it in bed? It's so cold at night."

"Cold?" Losang grinned mischievously. "No, not at all! Besides, we nomads have always used the sky as our blanket and the earth as our bed. This
vast grassland is our bed." He then placed Jima on Black Fang's back, letting her ride backwards, and
sat down himself.

After a brief, intimate moment, their bodies became entwined under the moonlight on the grassland,
kissing caressing each other. "Darling, stop teasing me, come on, I haven't done it for two days.

" Jima squinted, tilting her head back, feeling Losang's tongue swirling around her nipple. Her beautiful hair cascaded down,
gathered over her left shoulder, revealing half of her delicate face. Her hands caressed and stroked between them. Her legs wrapped
around the man's waist, allowing him to slowly slide into her body. The two were now fully joined together.

*Clatter!* Losang tugged on the reins, and Black Edge slowly throbbed with its hooves. Ah… Gemma felt
the vibrations , her brows furrowing as she clung tightly to her man.

The hoofbeats began to rumble, and Gemma swayed gently with the rhythm, panting softly as she whispered in his ear.

Ah… Husband, you're so good, you even know to save the good stuff for me, mmm, so… so comfortable.

The man chuckled: Of course. One hand held the reins, controlling the horse's rhythm, while the other hand
cradled the woman's buttocks, his fingers, glistening with her juices, sliding into her anus.

Ah! Husband, your… yours, so thick. Wife, are you saying my fingers are thick, or thicker?
Gemma blushed, her cheeks flushed, and she glanced seductively at the man, replying: Both, both thick. The woman seemed unable to bear
the tantalizing tension, and slapped the horse's rump.

Black… Black Edge, faster, run faster. A wicked smile played on the man's lips. He spurred the horse's belly and gave a sharp shout,
"Gah!" The horse, receiving the command, accelerated like an arrow released from a bow.

The soft moonlight illuminated the grassland, and also the two wanton, unrestrained bodies. The horse's hooves moved with a brisk rhythm, the jolting
and swaying increasing in intensity. The woman was already somewhat limp, her head thrown back, her long hair flying in the wind, her snow-white breasts
bobbing wildly. Yet her beautiful legs remained tightly wrapped around the man's waist.

At this moment, it felt as if she were mating not with the man in her arms, but with the horse beneath her, for every moment of
pleasure was brought to her by it. Just as the horse reached its limit, the woman suddenly tensed, her body trembling violently
. Her juices had overflowed, soaking the horse's mane, leaving
a unique mark on the vast grassland. The horse slowly slowed down, the man surrendering as his wife's vagina had convulsed.

The horse's hooves slowed again, giving the couple time to savor the afterglow of their passion.

Under the moonlight, a man and a woman were deeply in love. The girl outside the tent witnessed everything.
Sang Ji's beautiful eyes shimmered with tears as she stared intently at her parents' figures, lost in the throes of passion in the distance. Her pretty face
flushed slightly , one hand hidden inside her clothes, kneading her pink nipples, while the other slipped under her skirt, gently teasing her tender
clitoris. A closer look revealed a puddle of water at her feet.

Once her breathing calmed, Sang Ji, like a child caught doing something wrong, quickly retreated into her tent and hid
under the covers. Actually, this wasn't the first time she'd witnessed something like this.

She remembered a night long ago when, in her sleep, she heard the sound of horses' hooves and, thinking someone was stealing a horse,
rushed out of her tent, only to witness this poetic scene. Even then, though young, she vaguely understood that
such things were a secret for adults.

The moonlight shone down that night, also entering Sang Ji's dream. In her dream,
she was the one sitting on the back of the black horse, overwhelmed with shame, burying her face deeply in the strong man's chest.
A tingling . And so, Black Fang was allowed to roam freely across the moonlit grasslands, taking her
wherever .

[The End]

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