Ridingwild:
ridingwild:
she longed for those nights
when she became his little fuck pony
his fists in her maned reins
his bucking hips driving that hot spike
over and over into her back sopping wall
and every now and then, he’d drop one side
and spur her on with a hot hand
on her galloping arched flanks
this kind of fucking she could wallow in
ten times a day
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ridingwild:
lost in the rapture of the moment
being rocked and filled and fed
full tilt phallic flesh times two
her mind raced to an even more orgiastic visual
as she was being piston thrust from both wanton ends
she imagined a room filled with even more men
naked, rock hard, and watching her take the double dip
some waiting to have their turns once creamshot was spent
others waiting to rain theirs upon her at climactic bursts
the intoxication of those thoughts alone
had her screaming a series
of wet hot raw peaked obscenties
as she shivered and gushed upon one cock
and tried to form lewd wilding sounds
through the mouthful of thickening girth from above
easilyaroused:
I never understood The way she looked at me that day She seemed lost in her world Alone and so afraid She used to live with such intensity That it seemed that the world was in her hands
