ridingwild:
she knelt in sweet obeisance
anticipating his every wish
before he knew it himself
in her sweet thigh highs
her hair braided to offer as reining holds
and the set of beads about her neck
so easily slicked and slipped into her taut pretty bottom
he would never know it was what she truly hungered for
she knew just how to make him think
every burning fever came from his lustful heart
ridingwild:
she pulled away as he was near to bursting
gently locked her teeth at the ridge of his mushroom
flicked lightly, hummed and held him there
he was right on the precipice
and she was not about to let him jump
until his knees were shaking
and tears of pleading were in his eyes
ridingwild:
lost in the rapture of the moment
being rocked and filled and fed
full tilt phallic flesh times two
her mind raced to an even more orgiastic visual
as she was being piston thrust from both wanton ends
she imagined a room filled with even more men
naked, rock hard, and watching her take the double dip
some waiting to have their turns once creamshot was spent
others waiting to rain theirs upon her at climactic bursts
the intoxication of those thoughts alone
had her screaming a series
of wet hot raw peaked obscenties
as she shivered and gushed upon one cock
and tried to form lewd wilding sounds
through the mouthful of thickening girth from above
(via theidealtarget)
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