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"Please calm down. Everything is going to be okay. You need to breathe slowly for me, or you'll pass out soon." Ebony's complexion doesn't look good at all. I can tell she wants to run away when I place my hands on her shoulders and rub them, but all she does is lean into me and start to catch her breath. "There you go... easy now. In and out..." I say to soothe her, which seems to be working. As I continue to coach her, her breathing calms and color returns to her face, though just barely. She's still rather spooked for some reason.

I say to her and she nods her head. “Ok, follow me.” We each take her hands and walk out of the clubhouse towards the bikes. I look at Dante and realise can he even ride? “Can you ride or will you take the SUV?” I ask him and he smiles at me. “Oh, I can ride.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I roll my eyes at him, but Rebel just giggles as she shoves him playfully. “Rude.” she says as she walks to her Suzuki Hayabusa. She straddles it, and I can’t help but stare at her ass as she gets comfortable. Fucking hell.

He kept fucking her through her orgasm, chasing his own. He pulled out and lay on his back again. "Ride me reverse. I want to watch that ass." Elena turned around and sank back down onto his cock, giving him the perfect view of her fat ass bouncing. She rode him like a pro, twerking on his dick while reaching down to rub her clit. Ryder slapped her ass hard, watching it jiggle. "Fuck, that ass is perfect," he groaned, gripping her cheeks and spreading them as she rode him.

Fann’s hands tightened on her waist momentarily, then his lips brushed her ear as he replied, “Keep talking that way mo Leannan Aingidh and we will have to find a way to keep you quiet while you ride me under the stars.” He set her on the ground and kissed her lips hard, leaving her breathless when he pulled back. He kept his hands on her waist while she got her footing. “I would not be surprised if your legs tremble some. Riding bareback is different.” “I don’t appear to be having as much trouble as Breagha, but my legs are complaining some.”

He growled. Of course the turd fled. But only after mumbling how lucky she was that he went out with her. She stood next to her booth watching with a great deal of humor as the area's most eligible bachelor ran out like his butt was on fire. After the door closed, she turned to look at her "knight in shining armor." What she saw caused her to gulp. He wasn't pretty by any means. But there was a ruggedness to him that was incredibly sexy. His hair was long and he had enough ink that she could see it coming up above his t-shirt collar. He had the brightest green eyes she had ever seen and hair so black it looked blue in the light. He wasn't old, but he wasn't a young man either. Tall, with a

Sandro’s hips twitched upward, but she placed a hand on his chest, holding him still. “Patience,” she whispered, beginning to move. She rode him with deliberate rolls of her hips, deep, grinding strokes that let her control the angle and pace. Her hands braced on his chest as she moved faster, taking what she needed. The silk ties creaked as he tested them, but he didn’t break free. He let her lead. “Fuck, Elena,” he rasped, eyes locked on hers. “You feel incredible. So tight. So wet. Riding me like you own me.”

The sounds of spanking and cries are normal for the BDSM scene, but that's where normal stops. There is a real, honest to God carousel in the center of the large rotunda. It circles slowly with subs riding brightly colored horses. Some have their hands bound to the pole in front of them while others just hold on. Colorful lights glow and turn a child's ride into an erotic wonderland. There's a spanking bench, no two, where the customary benches would be on a normal carousel. It's totally awesome, erotic, and out of this world. This is a true BDSM playground.

“Move. Fuck me hard.” They found a rhythm quickly. Kane thrust into her pussy with powerful, deep strokes while David fucked her ass in counterpoint. The feeling of both cocks moving inside her, separated only by a thin wall, drove Elena wild. She rocked back to meet every thrust, her full breasts swinging heavily beneath her, nipples brushing the table with each jolt.

It was round and not much bigger than his fist. “He's never ridden before, have we got a spare that will do?" A derisive snort drew Skye's attention, and he turned to see Dyllen leading out a huge black horse. The alpha had a sneer on his face that set the omega on edge. “If he can't even ride, he shouldn't be coming with us," the alpha bit out but Linus ignored him and continued to stare steadily at the beta, waiting for an answer. Lejend reached up and ruffled the bird’s shoulders on his feather thoughtfully. It leaned into his touch and affectionately nibbled his fingers as he pulled his hand away.

Fresh pleasure etches itself on her features as she discovers a new pace to ride my cock with. Her moans and my groans fill the room coupled with the thigh slapping as she rides my cock like a woman possessed. Ass jiggling, clapping against skin. Breasts bouncing with intensity. Her blonde hair completely disheveled— And the idea that the woman riding my cock is a nun pushes me into grabbing her cheeks with my hands, using them to guide her deeply down on my length. I'm obsessed with her ass, her breasts… infact, I'm obsessed with all of her.