Thigh Riding Novels & Stories

he whispered, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine. He bent down, taking my hair firmly into his hands, tugging just enough to make me gasp, as he kept fucking me from behind like a man riding a horse, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. He lifted me up and placed me on top of his dick, and I slid his dick into my pussy, feeling every inch of him fill me completely. “Let’s see your riding skills, baby,” Byrain whispered into my ears, his voice dripping with lust. He held onto my boobs as I started grinding into him faster, my hips moving with a rhythm that made my body burn my butt collapsed onto his thighs with every movement, riding him harder.

Thighs clenching at the feel of it, so erotically foreign, yet so right, she writhed between kisses and moaned. In response, Rhye coils his tail around her leg, guiding her to widen her stance. He slipped a thigh between her legs at the same moment he cupped her breasts, as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Moaning in delight... "Oh, God..." Livia growled. The multitude of sensations had her crying out into Rhye’s mouth. Pressing her breasts into his hands, she ground down against his thigh, needing the pressure where she was so wet and swollen for him.

“My inner thighs are killing me, prof. The pain is shooting right up there now. It's so much worse than before, please check them again. It feels like it’s pulsing deep between my legs.” My skirt was already riding up high enough to show the edge of my soaked panties and I was shaking with how bad I needed his touch. My pussy throbbing and dripping while my nipples stayed hard and visible against the thin shirt. He moved to the end of the bed again, his gloved fingers sliding slowly and firm under the hem of my short pleated skirt heading straight for that sensitive spot where my pussy met my leg. My whole body shivered violently the second his fingertips brushed the warm wet skin right ther

Dropped low, knees wide, booty popping out, thighs splitting just enough to flash how soaked my pussy lips were already clinging to that thong. I climbed that pole like I owned it, my legs wrapping high, thighs clamping hard, then I slid down in a slow, nasty spiral, pussy grinding the metal the whole way, leaving a slick trail nobody but him would ever know about. His breathing turned heavy, his chest rose like he was fighting not to groan. Jaw clenched tight, vein popping in his neck. I turned my back to him, bending over slowly with my ass high, back arched, legs spread wide like I was daring him to even look.

I began to loosen up to Penn. "That's why you have me." "To be honest, these past few days, I've been practising riding using a pillow. And I was pretending to suck dick on an unripe plantain. I've bought a few courses on spicing up the bedroom. I attended a blowjob class where we used a dildo to practice to enable us to learn the gag reflex, how not to choke on the dick, and all that. Also, I learned how to twerk on YouTube. I'm still learning. And I follow a sex therapist on I.G. who teaches kegel exercises and hip thrust movements to last longer while riding."

My thighs tremble from the stretch, cunt already fluttering as I grind down slow, letting him fill me inch by inch. The ache flares up, heat blooming low in my belly like I’ve been waiting for this exact moment to come back to life. I ride him with purpose, hips grinding in slow, filthy circles like I’ve got something to prove. I want him to come. I want to pull it out of him with every roll of my hips, every moan spilling from my lips. I rock over him, feeling that thick cock stretch me just right, deep and hot and so fucking good. I let the sound out, low and rough, vibrating through my chest.

"But Mr. Blanchard, it takes both parties to agree to the contract before the client can be secured. I'm not the only one affecting the decision." I sneered. "So, what's the point of you coming here after all?" "I—" I swept my cold gaze past him and said, "You looked like you knew a thing or two about riding earlier. Have you taken lessons before?" Cecil didn't know what I was playing at and replied, "I've ridden a few times when I was younger." Since he was so skilled at riding, that meant he knew more about horses than he let on. He would most probably be able to tell that my horse was a thoroughbred racehorse, one that I'd bought at an auction years ago for 20 million dollars.

I thought it landed somewhere on the ground or table. I pitched a little, and she grabbed my arm to steady herself. I leaned back and slapped her thigh. “Lift up a little.” I brought my knees up a bit and I tucked my heels under her thighs, locking us together. There was no way I was coming off her now, not even if we both slid right off the deck. I propped my hands up and I braced myself on them and began to ride.

I slipped down my shorts and stepped out of them, threatening to keep my thong on until he growled and threatened to use his claws. Then I straddled his chest. The heat of the sun made the floor baking hot, every breath of air laboured, hard work out here. But I could already tell once his body became sweating and gleaming I would have a fabulous time riding him. “Well?” he said, trying to stifle a groan as my straddle left a slick patch on his abs. Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal.

Then it clicks. "I guess you forgot to mention that you're into thigh riding." I say, smiling and biting my lip as I look him up and down, running my thumb across his bottom lip and placing a small kiss on it. "Must've slipped my mind." he says, leaning forward to kiss my neck and rub my ass as I buck my hips down on him. I start to rock and grind against his thigh moaning as the friction of my clothes against my clit stimulates me more and more. I put my hand in his pants as I kiss him and I start stroking his dick, making him moan and groan looking down at what I'm doing.