moomoospheres:
Swim Suit
ridingwild:
she longed for those nights
when she became his little fuck pony
his fists in her maned reins
his bucking hips driving that hot spike
over and over into her back sopping wall
and every now and then, he’d drop one side
and spur her on with a hot hand
on her galloping arched flanks
this kind of fucking she could wallow in
ten times a day