Thigh Riding Novels & Stories

“We are meant to go riding tomorrow, so I’d rather not.” “Every time you bounce on the saddle you’re going to think of how you bounced on my c-ck,” Harithen’s eyes were wicked in their delight. “And I’m going to ride behind you and watch you wince.” “F-k,” Thaelen felt the breeze that crept through the canvas as the wind outside howled creep over his skin, teasing his balls. “I think that’s an excellent idea, except in the reverse. You can ride my c-ck. But first,” he lowered his mouth to Harithen’s drawing the kiss out, keeping it gentle even when Harithen tried to dominate, before grabbing a pillow and sliding down Harithen’s body until his mouth was on level with Harithen’s c-ck.