Misae was more than happy to hop into that saddle and take up the reins.
Hands planted on his chest to brace herself, Misae began to work herself feverishly on his cock, her pale white skin flushed pink and full lips parted with moans and gasps. She rolled her hips, gyrating on him in small circles and grinding on him with each downward stroke. She was hot around him and on him, the warmth both of their own making and from the air encircling them, and her breaths came out heavy, sweat dripping off her skin and matting her hair.
She was breathing a little too fast from exertion and the heat, but it felt too good to stop, and soon she was not merely rolling and grinding atop him, but was lifting and falling, her breasts bouncing, their bodies making lewd sounds with each joining.
"Oh gods, Ky," she cried out, pleasure intensifying as she grew close. "Oh Ky, oh goddess, I...I..." A pause, and then she gasped and fell against his chest, panting shallowly. "...I can't breathe," she finally got out as she sucked in rapid breaths.