Hoofbeats approach, each strike on the wooden floorboards hitting my eardrums like percussion. The sensation trickles down my nerves and concentrates on my clit. He stops behind me, where I'm still bent over with my legs spread. A cool draft wraps around my exposed legs, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. I lift myself onto my tiptoes, the movement spreading my pussy lips. "Look at you," he says, his baritone resonating through my needy core.
