In the morning I woke to a mysterious vibration and floating sensation.
"U, unn…"
Dododododo…
It was shaking, and I could feel wind somehow.
It was like a sense of liberation as if I had become one with the wind…
Hmm.
There was a refreshing feeling like I was running with my ass fully exposed and cold wind blowing into my anus…
As my sleepy head cleared I accurately understood my situation.
I was receiving morning fellatio while reverse-mounted on Iferaski.
In other words, the usual. The refreshing feeling like I was running with my ass fully exposed and cold wind blowing into my anus was fact.
Ahead of my gaze the long robe fluttered, and further ahead—that is, behind Iferaski—Ranjou was running.
Apparently I had been drafted into the two girls' early-morning run.
Was it Iferaski's own independent practice to increase unity with the mount for the Crito starting today.
The entire area was grassland and seemed pleasant, so the horse girls were running lively.
