Dark Horse

I love to sit on it, And ride without a saddle. It’s stronger than a stallion. Riding it makes me sweat all over, Especially down under in my Australia. I curse often about how my down under Feels when I bounce and pounce on the dark horse. The owner often grunts, curses, calls me names, And forces me to ride harder with no remorse. I love such torture. I love to feel it slide as I glide sloppily, On the dark horse that belongs to my daddy. My boobs bounce like basketballs While I lie on top sideways or sit up so tall. Daddy sucks and bites my morsels While he dunks my rear, Up and down, Like an Oreo in milk, On the horse you know. I never want to get off, Because it gets me off. Having that strength poking me, Feels heavenly. I love to feel it slide as I glide sloppily, On the dark horse that belongs to my daddy.