Thigh Riding Mga Nobela at Kwento

My hands cupped his hard dick and mounted on his dick slowly and began to ride him. The ride was a casual, with no feel at all I couldn’t feel anything, because we had a barrier between my thong and his clothes. He grabbed my ass while riding him, and he was busy muttering incomprehensible words. I increased my pace, riding him hard, twerking my ass in the process. His hands were roaming the upper parts of my body, he groped my boobs pressing them hard. When he was done pressing my breasts, he leaned forward trying to latch his mouth on my nipples but before that could happen I pushed him back down and held his throat.

"Come here. Straddle my thigh." I moved between his knees and climbed onto him, one knee on either side of his thick thigh. The moment I settled, the hard muscle pressed directly against my bare pussy. The contact made me inhale sharply. "Ride it," he commanded, leaning back with his arms spread along the back of the couch. "Slowly. I want to watch you get yourself off on my leg while I relax."

Her muscles burned, her skin slick with sweat, but she held on, riding every thrúst like she was performing for the gods. Then she shifted—sliding down into a Shoulder Mount, her shoulders on the floor, legs hooked high around the pole, hips elevated like an offering. Cole dropped with her, not missing a beat, and thrúst into her again, this time harder, his hands braced on the pole beside her head. The position had her split wide open, and he took full advantage of it. Each deep stroke pulled a ragged móan from her lips, and when her next órgasm hit, it shattered her.

“For kicks. I'll lead from the front—bet I can smoke you. Alternative thigh exercises, you grab?” He laughed, that deep rumble hitting me low in the gut. “Deal, shortstack.” I rolled my eyes like a girl. We hopped on, me up front in the lead seat, my smaller build slotting in easily. Ezekiel settled behind, his long legs caging mine, thighs brushing close as he grabbed the back bars. The start was clumsy, us chuckling through the wobbles, but we synced up quickly, pedals pumping together. Our backs were slightly arched and our hips hinged up just like professionals.

I ground down hard, rolling my hips in deep, filthy circles, feeling the growing hardness of his cock beneath me through his expensive trousers. Kenzo didn’t touch me at first—he simply watched, eyes darkening. I rose slightly, then dropped again, this time spreading my thighs wider so my bare pussy lips—barely covered by the soaked thong—dragged along the thick ridge of his shaft. I leaned back against his broad, muscular chest, head falling to his shoulder, and reached behind me to grip the back of his neck as I rode him harder. My ass bounced and clapped against his lap in rhythmic, obscene motions, the wet heat of my cunt soaking through the fabric separating us.

My thighs burned from the stretch. Leon folded both arms behind his head, his muscles tight and flexed. His dark eyes locked on me, hungry. A long moan dragged out of him as I started moving. “Mmm… fuck…” I rode him slow first, feeling every inch of his cock slide in and out. Then faster. Harder. I wanted him to break. My hips rolled and bounced, my thighs slapping against his. My boobs bounced heavy with each drop, nipples hard and tingling in the cool air.

Her thigh shivered as she lowered herself until his cock was fully in. Buried deep. F…. Fuck” shaking her head as ass clenched around him. His hands locked on her breasts and hip Tight. Controlling. Commanding. “You said you wanted to ride it.” He growled as he slapped her ass.”So fucking ride it.” She obeyed She rode She moved She bounced She fucking rode him like her life depended on it. She was at the edge of orgasm “Oh… Zaddy… I'm.. about to.. Cum” And then she came.

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."

“Spread those legs, you cock-hungry whore.” My thighs shake. I force them apart. He buckles more cuffs around my ankles. He secures them to the legs of the seat. My cunt and ass gape open. I am completely exposed. Cool air kisses my soaked folds. He pulls a riding crop from the same drawer. The leather tip drags across my clit. A light tap sends lightning through my spine. I jolt. He draws the crop back. Then he cracks it hard against my inner thigh. The sting blooms hot and sharp. My juices drip onto the leather beneath me.

"Ride it. Just like that." I was riding him like my life depended on it. My breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. I was bouncing on him now, his hands holding firm on my ass, my skin slick with sweat despite the cool breeze. The friction was incredible. I could feel the ridges of him rubbing against my clit every time he thrusted upwards. "Oh! Oh, yes! Right there, Rex! Don't... don't stop!"