Hands change, styles change, and positions change but the assault on my tits and pussy is never-ending. He seems a bit tired, although always eager as a bull. So I tell him to sit down and we do the rocking horse position.

He sits cross-legged while I ride him like there's no tomorrow. It's been so long since I've sat on a cock that it almost felt as though I'm living a dream.

As I approach that orgasm, the man in the making starts to kiss me. I keep his head in my arms and kiss him back. He starts blushing slowly falling short of breath due to fatigue kicking...