7 - Good Girl

7 - Good Girl

Emma

“Ride your pretty cunt on my cock and make yourself cum.”

I crawled to him, a small smile playing on my lips when I straddled him, gasping at the hot sensation of his dick rubbing against my clit. My gasp was swallowed by his kiss and I melted in his arms when he kissed me gently, our tongues dancing together, building the anticipation of our union as I greedily rubbed over him only to have him spank my ass and squeeze it before pulling away.

I whined at the loss, but he only chuckled, his chest rumbling with the small laughter. “Hurry up,” I said, watching him tear the foil.

How he made opening a condom foil with his teeth sexy was beyond me. It should definitely be illegal.

“You can ride me as much as you want, Doll,” he said when I watched him roll down the latex, my pussy yearning to feel his piercing inside me. “Now sit on my cock.”

“My pleasure,” I said, leaning on my knees and looking down at his impressive length. Biting my cheek, I held his base and