Day Four and I Still Need This Cowgirl Ride

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her curvy body moves up and down on him, slowly, deliberately, her large breasts swaying with each stroke. Her hands are on his thighs or hips, guiding the rhythm as her face contorts in pleasure, mouth open, eyes closed, head tilted back in a moan. You can't help but move your hand in time, feeling your pulse quicken as you watch her shift her weight, her hands occasionally moving to her chest.

Her moans fill the air, a constant reminder of how good it feels, how hard she's riding him. You can almost hear your own breathing getting heavier, your rhythm matching hers as you edge closer and closer. She's lost in the moment, her body moving faster now, her facial expressions more intense. You can't help but wonder how long you'll last watching this, feeling your ache grow with each passing moment.

She's still moving, still moaning, still riding him hard. Your hand is moving faster now, your breath coming in short gasps. You're right there with her, feeling every stroke, every thrust. And then...