Ebony Bbw Riding Novels & Stories

"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.

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

Scott Hamilton was thirty-four years old, stood six-foot-two, and weighed around two hundred and forty pounds. The entire right side of his body was covered in tattoos, and his eyes were a sharp, icy aquamarine. He was into kickboxing and fast cars—especially Ferraris—and the only non-human thing he truly loved in this world was Beast, his Italian mastiff.

The air shimmered with heat, and the familiar scent of brimstone mixed with hay filled my nostrils. "And this," I said with a flourish, "is where we keep the hell horses." Sebastian's jaw dropped as he took in the sight of the massive, obsidian-black steeds, their manes and tails flickering with ethereal flames. I approached one of my favorites, a mare named Ember, and stroked her flaming head. The fire licked at my skin, warm but not burning. "Holy shit," Sebastian breathed, his eyes wide with fascination. "They're... beautiful."

It wasn't only humans with the annoying habit of putting people down. Her name was Ebony and she was absolutely beautiful, even with the massive square-shaped, thick-rimmed glasses she wore. Her complexion reminded me of brown caramel and her eyes were a liquid hazel color. She had chubby cheeks which doubled in size when she flashed us her perfect, white teeth, and her hair was always kept in braids that were cropped short with silver beads embellishing them.

It bows and surrenders before her. "Blackie..." Aaron shouts at his pet, but nothing works. Blackie sits on the bed, showing off that Aaron is no longer his boss. Elaina raises her head and sees Blackie sitting before her, bowing his head. She pinches herself to check if she has died or not. Her gaze locks with Blackie's emerald eyes. A fantastic bond is established between their eyes. She releases her legs and sits in an Indian style, folding her legs. He crawls to her and snuggles his head into her belly.

She was now doing this for the man she wanted for so long and was enjoying every moment of satisfying him in this position. When she was done sucking him off, she positioned herself on top of Connor and began riding him like a mechanical bull. He was loving every moment of watching this sexy woman have her fun with him like this. Connor reached out and gave Ruby a couple of smacks on her ass as she continued to ride him. She liked it and basically ordered him to do it again, which he was happy to oblige.

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.”