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The stall in the back corner was occupied by the horse that had broken loose earlier that day. Now it was calmly chewing on half an apple.
    â€œLet’s put Eclipse right here,” Danielle said as she pushed open the gate to the first stall. The Darley Arabian followed her in and immediately found a trough of water against the back wall. “As for you,” she said to Clint, “I think you should go right here.”
    Clint found himself being pushed against the nearest post. As soon as his shoulders bumped against the wooden support, Danielle was pressed against him. “What’s this now?”
    Reaching up to slide both hands around the back of his head, she whispered, “Can’t you tell?”
    Clint may have been taken slightly off guard, but he wasn’t about to push her away. He placed his hands upon her hips and savored the feel of her nicely rounded curves. “I was expecting to have to go through a little sweet talk before I got this close to you.”
    She shook her head. Since she was less than an inch away from him, her lips brushed against Clint’s mouth as she told him, “I don’t like that sort of nonsense. I saw something I wanted and now I’m taking it.” As she spoke, Danielle eased one hand between Clint’s legs.
    Moving both hands down, Clint cupped her buttocks in both hands and pulled her in close. The warmth of her body and the motion of her hand made his erection grow until it strained at his jeans. “Does the owner of this place know you force yourself on men this way?”
    â€œI am the owner.”
    â€œOh. Well, in that case . . .” With that, Clint pulled her shirt open so he could massage her plump breasts. Danielle’s nipples were erect, and she let out a shuddering groan when he teased them between his fingers. “Is this what you were after?”
    â€œAlmost,” she replied while rubbing his groin with added vigor.
    Their mouths came together for a long kiss. Somewhere along the line, Danielle ran her tongue along his lips, which sent a shiver down Clint’s spine. His hands wandered freely over her body from there, going wherever his instincts took them while roughly pulling the clothes off her body. Danielle responded in kind by unhitching Clint’s belt and pulling down his jeans before dropping to her knees in front of him.
    Clint looked down at her as she took his cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head back and forth. She devoured him hungrily while moaning with pleasure as he became even harder. Every so often, she would slide her tongue all the way down his length and stay there for an extra couple of seconds.
    When Clint caught his breath, he saw she was staring up at him with wide, expectant eyes. He brought her to her feet and turned her around. “What are you doing now?” she asked.
    â€œYou want me to stop,” he said while bending her over and guiding himself between her thighs, “just say so.”
    Danielle grabbed the closest thing within her reach, which just happened to be a half-full barrel of oats. “Don’t you dare stop,” she said while leaning forward and taking a wider stance. When she felt Clint enter her from behind, she closed her eyes and tossed her hair back while letting out a deep moan.
    Her pussy was slick and warm. Clint eased into her slowly while holding her hips in his hands. As he started to move in and out of her, he savored the feel of her tight, muscular curves and the way she adjusted to the rhythm of his thrusts. When he sped up, she rocked back and forth along with him. And when he plunged all the way into her, she groaned loudly.
    Clint kept one hand on her hip and put the other on the small of her back. That way, he could feel every little shift of her backside as he pumped into her. She bent over a little more and gripped the barrel tightly so he could drive into her like a piston. Clint closed his eyes and fell