"Pffft—!"

The chestnut horse snorted loudly and paced back and forth.

"Ah! Connor, hold me!" Madeline's cry snapped me out of my daze.

Right—such a gorgeous lady was right in front of me. How could I not act?

"Don't be afraid. I've got the reins. Come on, I'll lead you around once."

As I spoke, I guided the horse along the track. Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly.

"Ah—Connor, I'm scared!"

"Don't be. I'll teach you."

Gripping the reins with one hand, I stepped on the rear stirrup with my left foot and pushed off, swinging myself up onto the horse and settling in behind Madeline.

The saddle was a parent-child double saddle, smaller than a standard two-person saddle, so the moment I mounted, I was pressed tightly against her back.

The warmth of her body and her intoxicating fragrance drifted to me at once. Especially her soft, fleshy hips, snug against my front…

Perfect.

Madeline seemed frozen, unsure what to do. She didn't dare lean back against me, yet didn't know how else to move.

"Madeline, let me teach you. Hold the reins."

I wrapped my arms around her, placed the reins into her hands, then covered her hands with mine and pulled downward firmly.

The horse responded at once, breaking into a lively run.

The wind roared past as I leaned close to her ear and shouted, "Isn't it exciting, Madeline?"

"Mm! Connor, with you here, I don't feel so scared. Riding really is exciting!"

Her attention was fixed on the road ahead and the thrill of riding for the first time. She didn't notice that our lower bodies were already pressed tightly together.

Holding the beauty I'd been longing for, our bodies rubbing back and forth, the thing between my legs slowly grew hard.

Madeline must have sensed something. The tips of her ears turned red, and she relaxed against me.

I could clearly feel her breathing quicken, yet she didn't seem unhappy, nor did she try to move away from me.

There was an opening. It seemed this young married woman was quite sensitive.

After riding a little longer, Madeline began to squirm.

"Connor… my skirt seems to be stuck under me. It's really uncomfortable."

"Oh, lift your hips a bit."

Before she could answer, I supported her soft, springy hips with both hands and pulled her skirt free.

"Is that better?"

My breath grew hotter and heavier as I wrapped one arm around her slender waist.

"Mm… but it feels like something is poking me…"

Her voice dropped, and her words carried a different kind of meaning.

She was already married—she knew exactly what that "something" was.

If she were resisting, she would have asked to get down immediately. So what did she mean by saying that?

My heart started pounding wildly. Was this a signal?

"I know."

By now, all hesitation had vanished from my mind.

One hand held her waist, the other slid onto her thigh.

My lips followed, sealing over hers. My tongue pried open her closed teeth, drawing out her sweet tongue and sucking it gently. One hand slid down along her back, slipped into the waistband of her panties, and slowly moved inward, rubbing with two fingers at the top of her cleft.

Warm and soft in my arms, the tent below me grew larger and larger.

Madeline felt the change in my body too. After a long moment, we parted our lips. Gasping, she buried her face against my chest and rubbed lightly.

"Ah! Connor… no…"

Though her mouth said no, the hand pressing against me had no strength at all.

Her body went limp, her breathing chaotic, her head tilted back, her tongue slipping out to lick her lips.

Seeing the moment was right, I grasped her waist with both hands and lifted her up forcefully, then turned her to face me and set her down in front of me.

Then, I pressed my fingers to the edge of her panties, teasing along her slit as I pulled the fabric aside…