“My turn.” Holly was standing there, dripping wet and a voluptuous nude. “But this time, none of that foreplay business.” She pushed him down onto a lawn chair, his deflated cock rising again. “And this time, I’m going to ride you.” All he could do was lie there as she straddled him, positioning her pussy over his cock. She lowered herself slowly until her pussy lips just touched the tip of his cock. Then she rammed down as hard as she could. She rode him fast and hard and wild, practically jumping up and down on his throbbing cock. He winced and writhed in sheer delight as she pummeled him harder and harder. He looked at her with a smile and said, between short breaths, “Is that the best you can do?” She seemed a bit irked, and sped up her thrusts. “Come on, my dead grandmother could fuck better than that!” She went even faster, getting angry. “I bet you used to have a dick, didn’t you?” Furious, she started pounding his cock with her cunt for all she was worth. Harder, faster, harder, faster, wilder, crazier, tighter, wetter, better. After about a minute of this, he came hard into her, loads of hot cum streaming deep inside her. He reached around her back and pulled her down flat onto him, so their fronts were mashed together, as his cock continued to pump cum into her body. He whispered into her ear, “That was the finest fuck a man could ever have.” Then he kissed her on the cheek. She was so stunned that she simply lay there on top of him for a while before finally disengaging and getting up. |