Thigh Riding Novels & Stories

When he smacked her ass she knew what that meant and pulled her head off his rod to slide down his thighs and sit on his cock in the backward cowgirl style. ÒOh fuck youÕre stretching me so good.Ó He pulled on her thong, rubbing the lacy material through her ass and pressing it down on her clit as his cock stuffed her full. When he started sawing the thong back and forth as he pounded into her pussy from below she knew this was going to be a good one.

He hardened against her thigh. "Again?" he asked, half-teasing. "I need to feel you." Lila straddled him, sinking down onto his cock with a shared sigh. This time it was slow and lazy. Her riding him with deep rolls of her hips, his hands guiding her pace. They were no characters or power games. Just them, skin on skin, eyes locked. He sat up midway, arms around her, mouths close. They moved together until she came with a shudder, and he followed, spilling inside her this time.

The friction built an unbearable, agonizing pressure between my thighs. I held onto his broad shoulders, my tits pressed against his bare skin as I rode him in the dark cabin. My tits bounced with every thrust, my nipples hard peaks scraping against his chest. The motion of the car on the highway added a subtle, constant sway to our movement, but Darien's grip on my waist kept me grounded, his thrusts precise, deep, and unrelenting.

“You really are a little masochist, aren’t you?” He gripped my hips and pulled me upright, then guided me over to the large leather couch against the wall. He sat down first and pulled me onto his lap, but this time he positioned me so I was straddling one of his thick thighs, my bare pussy pressed directly against the smooth fabric of his pants. “Ride my thigh,” he commanded. “Grind that desperate little cunt on me until you’re shaking. But do not come.” I braced my hands on his broad shoulders and started moving. The friction of his pants against my swollen clit felt incredible. I rolled my hips, sliding my wet pussy back and forth along his muscular thigh, leaving a visible wet patch on t

I was standing on my toes, because that was the only way I could kiss him properly. As we kissed, his cock made its way through my thigh. Feeling the warm cock in my thigh made me feel more aroused. I closed my legs tight, keeping his cock in-between and he began to thrust. It was a thigh fuck, but his cock was close to my pussy, so that with every thrust, his cock brushed my clit, causing me to moan loudly. We kept going like that, him brushing my pussy faster and faster while we kissed, until I freed his cock.

He pushes his hips up, meeting her descent, driving into her with a brutal, unrelenting force. She cries out. It’s a sharp, desperate sound, a choked sob that is swallowed by the demands of his relentless rhythm. Her thighs quake, the muscles trembling and shaking with the exertion, with the overwhelming sensation. They are spread wide, exposed, riding him with an involuntary urgency. Her tits bounce with each powerful thrust, the soft, round flesh jiggling with every impact, each movement a visible testament to the raw physicality of their union.

Her tongue soon met his as they merged with uncontrollable fire. " Hmphh... " Seth had already mildly released cum on his trousers. Eve held his pelvic, she found his zipper and clutched it tight. " Allow me, " She told him as she pushed him to lay on the bare floor. She sat on pelvic, and began passionately started to ride him. As she rode him with their pants on, the moment that was once fast, slowed. The air that was speedy, slackened. Her legs further gripped his waist, keeping his waist region in a tighter entrapment. The motion at which she rode him was decelerated, but it came with an ease poison that laced his dick from underneath his trousers.

with my back arched, my round ass is presented like a gift and is jutted out, his cock disappearing inch by inch into my pussy, my wet folds stretching wide, accepting and accommodating him. I lean forward and place my hands on his thighs, riding him hard as he watches the mirror too. He grips my hips hard enough to bruise and thrusts up hard and suddenly, making me bounce. I cry out and lean forward, bracing my hand on his thighs for leverage. I ride him like that...slamming down to meet every one of his upward snaps, the angle letting him hit deeper than before. He sits up suddenly, with one arm banding across my chest to cup my breast and pinch my nipple until I gasp. His other hand slide

Then I used the thigh muscles I’d built up from swimming to lever myself up and down on his dick, feeling his hardness inside me in a way that made me so happy, all I could do was grin foolishly. I clenched my ass muscles around his dick and rode up and down. Soon he joined me in the rhythm, pressing his body up to meet my ass, then pulling out as I rose above him. I was sweating like a pig by then, and my thigh muscles were aching, but all I cared about was pleasing Javier, and feeling him inside me.

Leilani I rode his thigh hard, head thrown back in maddening pleasure, my fingers digging into his firm flesh as my ass ground hard into him, pussy slapping along and against his thigh, smearing wetness all over. Whimpers and cries kept escaping me as each movement of mine, moved the toy fucking deliciously inside me. I felt so wanton, so needy and so fucking desperate to be humping and fucking his thigh with all my strength, jostling the sex toy inside me over and over again.