I rode him slowly at first, until I found a way to move that made his eyes roll back in his head. Pushing off with my knees I could nearly dislodge his massive instrument and then sink back down on the entire length. His hands were everywhere, pinching my nipples, playing over my slick clit, and grasping my hips to control the pace.

I felt like a bundle of nervous energy ready to burst. His touches were maddening and my heightened senses were on overload. I shuddered in climax as I rode him, limply falling against his chest as I rhythmically tightened around him.

Chuckling, he rolled us until I...