CRUEL REELL - THE TASTE OF FEMALE RIDERS

As a little worm you crawl out of the ground and see above you a beautiful riding mxstress who is relaxing on a chair after a long day in the paddock. When a little later, with a loud thunder, a riding boot stands in your way and almost kills you, you look up once more accusingly and recognize only her thick riding socks, which she had been wearing under her boots all day and which land on you at that moment – warm and extremely damp. You wriggle out of this characteristically scented sauna and immediately a completely different biting air hits you in the face, which has filled the entire room…