I moved slowly and minutely in her. She moved not so minutely, pushing her ass up. My cock regained its rigidity.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled over, pulling her on top of me. She was now in reverse cowgirl. Once she got her balance, she rotated into cowgirl. The view should have been memorialized on Mt. Rushmore. When she started moving, her tits didn't flop around like a basset hound's ears. They moved smoothly like the waves on the beach. Her pussy was smiling at me, blinking, actually, as if it was talking. The labia were swollen and glossy. Fluid was draining from her slit and...