Three Days Without Cock Has Me Riding This Man Hard

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She rides him with a rhythm that makes your pulse race, her hips moving up and down in a slow tease. Her body undulates with each stroke, her ass cheeks jiggling as she takes him deeper. You can't help but breathe harder, your hand instinctively reaching down.

Her blonde braid bounces against her back as she moves, her fair skin glistening in the soft light. The man's dark hands grip her hips, guiding her motion as she rides him with abandon. You feel yourself getting hard, your rhythm matching hers as you stroke along with her movements. She leans forward, supporting herself on her elbows, and he stands behind her, his hand on her hip. The position change makes you edge closer.

You're desperate to feel yourself inside her as she moves. You imagine his place, her riding you hard. Your hand strokes faster, your breath coming in short gasps. You won't last much longer. She's taking him deeper now, her movements more urgent. You can almost feel her wetness around you, her heat enveloping you. Your pulse is racing, your ache growing. How long will you last?