Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Air hissed from my lungs when he cinched the rope tight around my ribcage. The binding rope wound around me high enough that it shoved my tits toward my chin, making a deep valley between my breasts. His dark eyes danced with the promise of what was to come. I couldn’t control the wiggle of my hips when he stood over me, shoving his large, calloused hand into the riding glove.
He’d kissed, caressed, and nibbled every nerve ending in my body for hours, but refused to let me release. A slick sheen of sweat coated my flushed body. I needed him inside of me and begged for him to do so, but his calm control held firm. I felt his naked legs against the outside of my thighs when he straddled me. My legs were pressed together between his, then he squatted down. Allowing his thick length to part my pussy lips as he rubbed himself back and forth without entering me. “Such a tight little saddle.”
His Eight-Second Ride
His voice teased me as much as the ridge of his cock was teasing my clit. I squirmed again, trying to force him inside of me, but he clenched his legs to pin me in place. Then his gloved hand slid under the ropes that held my ribs in a tight hug. The back of his hand settled against my breastbone, and he jerked the end of the rope to lock his hand in place. The movement jolted me, and I realized how easily he could lift my weight.
Earlier in the day, when I found out my new long-distance boyfriend used to ride thousand-pound beasts for sport, I’d cockily said I could buck him off before eight seconds. His warm laugh tickled me enough to agree to proving myself in the challenge. Only, he had cheated. He’s spent so long now working my body up that a single stroke of his cock inside of me would make me explode. I hadn’t anticipated such a warm-up. How could I have? Eight seconds isn’t that long, or so I thought. He set the rules so that the timer only started once his cock sank into me, not before.
In The Chute
Watching him ready himself over me as if he were in a chute had me wetter than I’d ever been. The way he’d stroked my body while tying me in the bull rope and how he kissed my thighs pretending to add a flank strap had my mind spinning. My back arched trying to push up into him, and he “Whoa, whoa”ed me as if I was a beast he prepared to ride.
“PLEASE!” I whined, and he pulled the ropes one more time, tucking his hand in tighter. His fingers curled around the baided nylon, and he raised his left hand in the air, then gave a nod as if to signal he was ready. With one hard thrust, he shoved his cock into my soaked slit and lifted me.
I was supposed to buck and thrash and throw the cowboy off of me, but instead, my insides clenched and all my muscles tightened in near orgasm. “Come on!” he barked. Using the rope around my chest to haul me up and down on his cock. I wanted to throw him off, but my limbs wouldn’t work as orgasm took hold. I gasped in pleasure as he pumled my pussy with his cock. Winning the eight-second ride.
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