Novel & Cerita Thigh Riding

Hаlf squatting аnd half sitting she bеgаn riding his сосk her hips ѕtrарреd tо his thigh. Hiѕ hands were rеѕting on hеr hiрѕ tо fееl hеr bоdу mоvе. Hе wаѕ hard as fuck and ready to burst. He bеgаn moving his thigh in a сirсlе whilе guiding hеr hiрѕ in a сirсlе. Hе аlѕо lеt оnе hand drор bеtwееn her legs tо саrеѕѕ аnd stroke hеr clit lightlу еасh timе ѕhе lоwеrеd hеr hips. Her pussy was dripping wet and as he played with her clit. Shе аrсhеd her bасk, rode thе his сосk, and fоund hеr оwn rhythm ѕtrоking his well-lubricated cock with her hаnd at the base as hе r оdе аnd rосkеd her.

My hands instinctively landed on his chest at the action. "Ride my thigh, baby" The dominance in his voice had me clench my thighs.His hand trailed at my back, running up my spine making me shudder yet again.I shift myself in a better position on his thigh, feeling his muscular thigh between my wet folds.I did not know, I would feel even more needy even after having an orgasm. The thought of riding his thigh sent shivers of excitement down my spine. He placed his thumb under my chin and made me look up at him.

he commanded, rolling us so I straddled him. I sank down onto his cum-slick cock in one smooth motion, taking every inch until I was seated fully on his balls. Then I rode him like I was trying to break him—hard, fast, grinding my swollen clit against his pelvis with every roll of my hips. My tits bounced wildly. Thayer’s big hands gripped my ass, spreading me open as he thrust up to meet me. “Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, voice strained. “Riding your stepbrother’s cock like a desperate little cumslut. So fucking greedy.”

"I don’t know?" "You’ll be fine!" Ali encourages with a laugh. "You've got great posture already. Just stand in the stirrups when his right leg comes forward. Give him a little squeeze with your heels—just once. Gladiator is very sensitive." I nod, gathering my courage, and give a small nudge with my heels. Gladiator instantly moves into a brisk trot, his gait powerful but smooth. I try to rise and sit with the rhythm, but at first, I feel more like a clumsy puppet than a graceful rider.

I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him thrust up gently. I pulled off his cock with a wet pop and turned around. I straddled his hips, facing his feet, and sank onto him reverse. I rode him slowly at first, rolling my hips so he filled me with every movement. He reached around and rubbed my clit while I moved. I picked up speed, bouncing harder, my ass slapping against his thighs. He slapped my ass cheek, then the other, encouraging me.

My thigh muscles tense, and when she finishes rolling the condom all the way down, I grit out, "Now ride me." Carolina's gaze shoots up to meet mine, surprise flashing in her eyes as the color on her cheeks deepens. Maybe the same boys she's been with who preferred to eat her out in the dark also stuck to missionary only, which is their fucking loss, because I already know she's going to look like a goddess riding my cock. She licks her lips, looking slightly uncertain as she crawls upward to straddle my waist, awkwardly moving into position. I grip her thighs to help steady her as her knees settle on either side of me, her pussy pressed right against the base of my shaft.

The pain drags me back from the edge, and I grip her arms, pulling her onto my lap, and positioning her legs to straddle my thighs. “The trick to riding is your hips.” I smack her ass for Marcos’ benefit, the sound echoing like a whip crack. With Aretha blocking my vision, I can no longer see either Marcos or Cameron, and the thrill sends shocks all over my body. “Lift your hips up and down over my cock, baby, it’s a simple explanation. But it’ll be easier when I’m inside you, you'll see.”

" *thrust* Kian moves his hip to meet his hubby's movement. "Oohh, shiittt!" Kaleb changed their position. "Ride me, love. Ride my cock. Fuck yourself. Come one, love. Yes!" Kian obeyed and ride his hubby's hard thick meat. The friction is making them insane. Kian fastens his movement in extraordinary speed. "Soo~ good-mmhhnngg~~ Love. Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Claim me over and ove-aahhhh!"

"That is — okay, that is electrical — that is not impact, that is fucking electrical — Kir, what is —" "Because of how thin the leather is. Keep going." "It’s in my — yeah, it is traveling, it’s going up my thigh into — fuck —" The second stroke lands an inch higher. Then an inch higher. By the time he’s worked his way up the inside of my left thigh, I’m hard against the cock ring and I’m running out of words. Then he switches to the right thigh and starts over and I find some more. "Kir." "Yes." "I’m not going to last."

I instinctively gently cupped her mouth with my palm. Then she grabbed my arm to steady herself. She leaned back and slapped my thigh. "Lift up a little." I brought my knees up a bit and she tucked her heels under my thighs, locking us together. There was no way she was coming off me now. I propped my hands up and she braced herself on them and began to ride. She rode with passion, her breasts moving in the same motion as her pelvic. I was plunging deep into her. As we bottomed out, she ground hard against my pubic bone. Up. Down. Around. Up. Down. Around.