Ebony Bbw Riding Novels & Stories

Ebony has taken her position and is perched on the end of the bed with her legs so far open that the pinkness of her insides peak out. Bleiz sits down in the chair. ‘Secure your legs.’ I tell him over my shoulder while I select some of my smaller toys to break Ebony in. The nipple clamps are cold in my hand and the big unyielding double ended dildo I casually sling over my shoulder. What should I get for Bliez? I look back again and I can feel his anger. He is mad at me for keeping him from his mate. I don’t think his punishment needs to be any worse today. I laugh to myself. He has finished buckling his legs to the hard metal of the chair. I walk over and place the items I’ve chosen down on

He jumped pointing his tiny finger at the horse. “Yeah, she’s gorgeous.” “No, it’s a he, Thandry,” he eagerly corrected me. Bob and I laughed at how he called my name. “Yes, he’s gorgeous. Wanna touch him?” “No, but I rode with him before.” “Are you even allowed to ride alone, little guy?” I ruffled his dark blond hair. “Blaine took him with her. She was an equestrienne before she got pregnant with Ben.” Bob’s voice suddenly dropped, and I wondered how did she look like riding a horse.

"Your daughter likes to beg too," Essence purred, as she reached her hand under the skirt of the hot MILF. "No panties and freely accessible, interesting. Wet, too." "Robert, I have to admit this Ebony beauty is really hot," Carol said, her body giving in to the gorgeous black's bold advances... recalling the massive lesbian interracial orgy where she, two other white women, an Asian woman, and a Latina were all getting fucked from behind by five black studs.

“Show me how much of a cock-hungry bitch you are.” Elena started bouncing aggressively, her perfect ass rippling with every slam downward. “Like this? You like your bitch riding you? Ahh! Ahh! So full — your cock is stretching me so good!” I reached around and squeezed her bouncing tits, mauling them roughly while she rode me like a woman possessed. I spanked her ass red, guiding her movements with hard slaps. “Faster, bitch. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

“This damn horse was a breeding legend. Purebred, pure white stallion. The most beautiful coat you’ve ever seen. Long mane. Its offspring are all show horses, too. And the best part?” “Do share.” Matt chuckled, leaning on his club, a smile stretching his reddening cheeks. “She hated him.” I chuckled again as Bob flipped me off. “He scared the shit out of her. She’d been asking and asking for a pony for years, and when Bob finally decides to meet her request, he buys her the biggest, baddest bastard he can find.” “Dude. Those things have a cock the size of—” Matt started but Damon cut him off. The guy was an artist, not a businessman, not that we minded at all. Everyone was laughing at that p

What even was this? Mother read the disapproval in my face and sighed at the edge of my bed. She looked up into my eyes searching for something. And when she found what she was looking for, she spoke. "I understand, I had to wear something similar to my rebirth. The north's dressage is not like ours they are-" "Modern" I interrupted. She rubbed her face in her hands, her anxiety leaking out like a loose faucet, spilling out soaking everything in the room. Including me.

I understand why some people feel the need to exclude any kind of romantic feelings from their scenes, or from their BDSM life entirely, but as we're a couple in all aspects, I'm not afraid to show it. I send Bella scurrying towards the bench with a quick slap on her ass, and she climbs onto the thickly padded piece of furniture. It's basically like a saw horse with a wide top part about 12 x 20 inches of size with two lower, smaller platforms for the sub to put their knees on, leaving their ass high and

It was moving so fast, and I was unsure that I could keep up with a bike chasing a vehicle with mad engines. The next thing I knew, I bumped on a sharp stone on the road, and I stumbled over my bicycle to the floor. "Ahh..." I winced in pain as I looked at my hand and knee to see bleeding badly. "This shit hurts like hell," I murmured. "Caitrona Balboa," I was staring at the shiny Italian shoe that was in front of my kneeling position. The way he calls my name gives me chills. "When are you going to behave like a lady? Stand up," he orders.

He trained me for years, which was why I recognized some of Ebony’s moves. The rest of her moves… I didn’t know how she could pull them off. It required a lot of training, years even and the way her body moved, it was as if it wasn’t used to what she was trying to pull off. So many times, while we spared that day, she couldn’t successfully apply her moves. And when she was sparring with Easton, it happened too. Ebony was an enigma. So attractive, always pulling the attention towards her. Now, she had all future alphas over her fur, looking to own her.

I rose and sank, using the bed for leverage, pumping his cock into me with deliberate rolls of my hips. "Goddess.." my mate croaked, his voice shaking with overwhelming pleasure. My thrusts became faster as pleasure danced across my body. Caden’s head fell back against the chair, a low sound of pure pleasure tearing from his throat. His hands stayed on my waist, gripping my flesh so tight I was sure he'd leave a mark. "You like it daddy?" I moaned, "you like it when I ride your cock this way?" “Fuck yes, Bambi. Keep..." he rasped. “Using me like that. Keep riding me so fucking good.” His face looked almost pained with how good it felt. Jaw tight, brows drawn together, mouth parted. “You’re g