I've been riding all day in these breeches and they are full of sweat. Can you just imagine the musk from riding a, the leather saddle, and my sweaty crotch all combined? It would be a great pleasure just to sit on your face and make you inhale the scent. Perhaps I'd use your face as a saddle, straddling the size of your head. Or perhaps I'd just make you kneel and I'd sit back, making you worship as I hold my riding whip close by.

Failure to worship enthusiastically enough results in punishment!

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