Bbw Riding Novels & Stories

he whispered, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine. He bent down, taking my hair firmly into his hands, tugging just enough to make me gasp, as he kept fucking me from behind like a man riding a horse, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. He lifted me up and placed me on top of his dick, and I slid his dick into my pussy, feeling every inch of him fill me completely. “Let’s see your riding skills, baby,” Byrain whispered into my ears, his voice dripping with lust. He held onto my boobs as I started grinding into him faster, my hips moving with a rhythm that made my body burn my butt collapsed onto his thighs with every movement, riding him harder.

"That's spike to you not sir. Anyway, I own this place. Can you keep a secret Becky?" "I think I can, no one has ever told me something and asked me to keep it a secret before so, I'll not tell anyone, if that's what you want to hear." "Ok, this is the secret you need to keep. Britt is my granddaughter and she just moved out here from Cleveland to help me on the ranch. In late summer we have to do a round up and bring some of my cattle in so we can fatten them up for the market. I'm going to bring in a trainer to teach Britt how to ride a cutting horse. It is much different than riding a regular horse. Let me just clarify that when you don't have beef cows in front of them, they ride just li

Speaking of that, Griffin had a great scent, but her wolf remained indifferent. “Yes. I love the way the Sportster handles.” Bee spoke excitedly about her motorcycle. “I started with a Softail Deluxe but found it cumbersome with my height. It was too thick for my thighs.” Maria had meant it innocently but seeing Griffin's lips curl she knew what he was about to say. “I can give you something thick between your thighs,” Griffin winked. Bee groaned as her cheeks turned red. “If I want something thick between my thighs, I get a bigger bike.” Was she flirting? Her wolf rolled her eyes and decided to pay attention.

Is Ava worth it? “Our next rider once again is Raymond Steele,” the announcer said over the speakers. “Ray had won first place in bull riding at the Brash Series in 2010, 2016, and 2019. Can he take the blue ribbon and the prize money home again this year? We’re about to see.” Ava rose to her feet to get a better view. Donna stood as well. **** Ray looked up in the seating area to see Ava next to who looked like Donna, Lou’s wife.

“Of course, if you need some motivation, I’m sure my belt would be more than happy to assist.” The biker leans down and starts unbuckling his thick black leather belt. An image of him whipping my tender ass with his heavy leather flashes through my mind and I quickly shove my wet, pussy soaked finger into my mouth The biker wraps one of his large, strong arms under my toned stomach and lifts me a few feet towards a horse on the merry-go-round. “Press your tits up against the horse,” he instructs me. I lean forward and into the horse, pressing my smooth breasts against the cold metal. I reach up with one of my hands and grab the pole attached to the horse for support.

Hearing him hiss and moan made my pussy even wetter. I leaned up and braced my hands on his chest. Now when I say I ain’t never rode a dick, I mean I have never rode a dick. But I was going to figure this shit out tonight, so I figure I would twerk. I lifted my ass up and dropped it back down on him, you could hear a splat from my wetness. Syncere groaned, I lift my ass up again and this time I just moved up and down on the head of his dick before dropping back down hearing another splat. Once I got a good rhythm, I just rode his dick and tighten my pussy every time I lift up.

Eddie lifted Buck effortlessly, helping him straddle Bobby. Buck lined up carefully and sank down, taking Bobby’s full length in one slow glide. He moaned loudly at the familiar stretch, starting to ride Bobby with shallow, rolling movements, hands braced on Bobby’s chest. After a few blissful moments, Eddie stepped in. “My turn for access.” Buck took a deep, shaky breath, fear mixing with overwhelming need. He bent forward, chest pressing against Bobby’s, ass presented. Chim moved to the front, feeding his thick cock to both of them—alternating between Bobby’s eager mouth and Buck’s.

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