ridingwild:
she had heard them before, again and again
and the sounds they made were the stuff of wet dreams
and one night, when she could stand no more
she slipped into very littleĀ and peered through the portal
feeling her nipples rise, her clit swell and glisten
and when she saw the feverish woman
riding him in a pleading reverse arch
she bit her lips, swallowed hard
and slipped into the humid darkness
like the timid but starving wet wildcat she was
ridingwild:
lost in the rapture of the moment
being rocked and filled and fed
full tilt phallic flesh times two
her mind raced to an even more orgiastic visual
as she was being piston thrust from both wanton ends
she imagined a room filled with even more men
naked, rock hard, and watching her take the double dip
some waiting to have their turns once creamshot was spent
others waiting to rain theirs upon her at climactic bursts
the intoxication of those thoughts alone
had her screaming a series
of wet hot raw peaked obscenties
as she shivered and gushed upon one cock
and tried to form lewd wilding sounds
through the mouthful of thickening girth from above