Bbw Riding Novels & Stories

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I raise my glass, “to us. As I drink my whiskey, my eyes burn, and it has nothing to do with the whiskey sliding down my throat. I'm just shocked by the fact that there's an us . Me and Creighton Karas. My husband. I squeeze my eyes shut and swat the slinking tears back before they can run down my face. “Let's do this.” I shake my head and walk toward the mechanical bull. A girl is riding him, her riding costume of a black pencil skirt and jacket thrown to her side, her breasts bouncing against her white shirt and tightening with each turn and bump of the bull. She stays a few seconds before sliding out onto the mats. Apparently someone wasn't ready for the workday to be so furious.

She says, sliding his still hard dick into her dripping wet pussy. "Yes! That's it… Now, ride me." He says and she starts moving on his dick, riding him like her life depends on it. She starts to rotate her waist while bouncing up and down on his dick at the same time. Her breasts bounce up and down on her chest, as she keeps riding him and he takes it into his mouth, biting and sucking on her nipple, while squeezing the other breast.

Angela said simply to her father. She turned to Duke Winston then, the second-highest shareholder, descendant of one of the earliest billionaires. “We’ll carry on,” she continued smoothly. “And wait for his signature.” Duke Winston looked ready to argue, the words trembling at the edge of his tongue. Instead, he nodded. And just like that, the meeting resumed—concluding with handshakes, quiet satisfaction, and the promise of hundreds of millions on the horizon for each person present at the meeting. Angela remained seated long after the room emptied.

“Mmm.” “Yes. I can . . . feel every inch of you,” she oozed like she was in ecstasy. “Oh yes, faster, faster.” Bruce groaned as he stroked his horse hard and fast. “Your breasts are bouncing because I’m driving in you.” “Yes, keep . . . ah, keep going. Make me cum,” she begged. “Make me cum. Oh god, make me cum hard.” They moaned, groaned, and gasped until Beverly made a sound that he had never heard her make.

This is just another bad date with anoter narcissistic horse's rear end. She knew almost as soon as she had met him. He was a twerp. A butt. An absolute douche bag. Another complete waste of her time. She was really beginning to think that she should start charging them by the hour. After all, if they were going to treat her like that, then she would charge them like that. She clenched her hands in her lap to keep from reaching across the tablle to slap. It was almost a reflex because he was such an a**hole.

She did the same on hers, looking way more graceful about it, and settled her horse next to his. "My guy here is Pirate, and he's a two-year-old gelding. Now, you know how to ride a motorcycle, so you're at an advantage." She set one hand on his stomach and the other on his forearm, and he inhaled hard. "Driving a bike requires using your core and arms. You lean into the turns, right? A horse is a bit of the opposite." And down went her hands on his thighs, and he tensed. "Your lower body and gravity will do the work. Use your legs to steer as well as the reins."