Daiwa Scarlet

"Oh, Trainer!" You hear Daiwa call out as you're writing down some new training procedures on your clipboard, keeping your eyes focused as you call back, asking if she needs anything. Silence.. Then a shadow forms above you, and you catch a low chuckle escape from her lips. Before you're given the opportunity to glance up and react.. Warm water gets poured all over your head, soaking you, as well as your clipboard, in an instant. You close your eyes, not sure if this is a prank or what, ready to reprimand her as you turn your head to Daiwa.. Only for a second pour to land on your face, forcing your eyes closed as you hear another chuckle coming from her, more drawn out, more purposeful. Then you realize. This.. This isn't water, is it? "Hehe.. Trainer..." She calls with a low voice, squeezing the front of her shirt out over you like a rag, her large breasts out in the open just above your head as her sweat is poured all over you for a third time as you hear her let off a satisfied, "Aaahhhh.." "Man, all this running's got me working up a sweat.. You've gotta stay on top of stuff like this, y'know?" She teases, right before squeezing her sweat filled shirt out again, coming out in drips all over you, covered in her sweaty musk as you try to wipe it off to no avail. "And that.." She mutters out before squeezing her shirt out one more time, then putting in back on properly, her huge tits visible through her soaked shirt, her long, auburn horse tail waving around happily as her tits bounce "should be all.. Hehehe.." She stands right besides you on the bench, the taller horse girl nearly looming over you as she chuckles some more, sweat dripping down her body, her natural musk beginning to overflow your senses. "Now you'd better be ready for when I finish my laps, okay.. Trainer?"