Anne rides Jim’s cock

Jim’s cock kept jerking as he released the last drops of his huge load of cum as Anne watched. As Jim started to recover from his explosive orgasm, he heard Anne say, “Wow, baby, that was awesome—but we’re not done yet.”

Before he could protest, Anne slid down his body, her tongue flicking out to catch the pearly strands still clinging to his twitching shaft. She dragged her lips along his oversensitive flesh, lapping up every sticky drop with slow, deliberate strokes, her dark eyes locked on his as she savored the taste of him.

Anne’s hips hovered just above Jim’s swollen cock, her slick folds glistening as she teased the tip against her dripping entrance. His breath hitched—every nerve still raw from his last orgasm—as she slowly, torturously lowered herself onto him.

The stretch was exquisite, her tight walls fluttering around his girth as she sank down inch by inch, her moan dripping with filthy satisfaction. Jim’s back arched against the chair, his cock ring forcing his shaft to stay rock-hard despite the oversensitivity, every thrust sending electric jolts through his spent body.

Anne’s thick thighs trembled as she fully sheathed Jim’s cock inside her, her plush body swallowing him to the hilt with a wet, obscene squelch. “Mmm, that’s it baby,” she moaned, rolling her hips in slow circles to feel every inch of his throbbing length stretch her tight walls. “Gonna ride you just like this—make you fill my greedy little pussy all over again.”

Her nails dug into his chest as she lifted herself almost completely off his cock—only to slam back down with a sharp cry, her heavy breasts bouncing with each brutal descent.

Jim’s muffled groan vibrated against Anne’s pillowy flesh as she ground her hips in slow, torturous circles, her slick walls massaging his oversensitive cock with wet, clenching pressure. The moment his tongue flicked out instinctively to lap at her stiff nipple, Anne arched her back with a throaty moan, pressing her heavy tits harder against his face until his nostrils flared against her heated skin.

She rode him with deliberate, rolling thrusts—each downward plunge forcing his swollen head to brush that sweet, fluttering spot deep inside her that made her thighs tremble.

Anne’s breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the telltale tightening deep in her belly, her slick walls fluttering around Jim’s cock like a greedy fist. “Fuck—I’m so close,” she moaned, grinding down harder, her swollen clit rubbing against his pelvis with each filthy roll of her hips.

Jim’s cock throbbed inside her, the Viagra still coursing through his veins keeping him painfully hard despite his earlier release. His hips jerked against the cuffs, his muscles straining as another orgasm coiled low in his gut—her tight, wet heat milking him mercilessly.

Anne’s fingers dug into Jim’s shoulders as she felt his cock swell impossibly thicker inside her, the veins pulsing against her clenching walls. “Cum for me baby,” she panted, rolling her hips in tight, **** circles. “Fill my pussy up full—I wanna feel you pump me full—”

Her words dissolved into a moan as Jim’s cock twitched violently, his balls tightening against her ass just before the first hot jet erupted deep inside her. Anne gasped as the scalding rush flooded her, her thighs quivering as she ground down to milk every last drop.

Anne’s back arched violently as Jim’s first scalding burst painted her inner walls—her pussy convulsing around his pulsing cock in ragged, rhythmic clenches that milked him deeper. Her thighs trembled as another thick rope of cum splashed against her cervix, the obscenely wet squelch of her greedy cunt milking him filling the room between their ragged moans.

Jim’s hips bucked helplessly against the cuffs, his oversensitive cock twitching as Anne rode out her orgasm with slow, grinding rolls of her hips—each movement coaxing another spurt from his still-spasming length.

Anne’s body quivered as she felt Jim’s cock twitch weakly inside her, each feeble pulse coaxing out the last warm spurts of his cum. Her inner walls fluttered greedily around his softening length, milking him with slow, rhythmic squeezes as she savored the sticky heat pooling deep inside her.

Jim groaned against her skin, his breath ragged as oversensitivity prickled through his spent cock—every tiny movement sending fresh tremors through his restrained body. Anne chuckled darkly, rolling her hips in one last torturous circle just to feel him jerk beneath her, his muffled whimper vibrating against her sweat-slicked breasts.

Anne rose up slowly, letting Jim’s half-hard cock slip from her fat, stretched pussy with a wet pop, strands of their mixed arousal glistening between them. His spent shaft twitched against his stomach, still swollen from the Viagra but oversensitive—each throb sending a visible shudder through his restrained body.

Her thighs gleamed with sweat as she straddled his lap, her swollen folds dripping onto his trembling abs. With a wicked smirk, she dragged two fingers through the sticky mess between her legs, collecting the thick, creamy evidence of his last orgasm before pressing them against his parted lips.

Anne’s fingers lingered against Jim’s lips, smearing his own sticky release across his tongue before she finally pulled away with a satisfied hum. Her gaze drifted downward, taking in the deep purple hue of his swollen cock and aching balls, still trapped in the unforgiving grip of the cock ring.

“Poor thing,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she traced a single fingernail along the throbbing vein on his shaft, drawing a sharp hiss from between his teeth. With deliberate slowness, she hooked her fingers under the tight band, her nails grazing his sensitive flesh as she worked it free.

Jim exhaled sharply as the tight ring finally slipped free, his swollen balls releasing their pent-up pressure in a slow, shuddering descent. His cock twitched weakly against his stomach, the angry red imprint of the ring still visible around the base as it softened against his sweat-slicked skin. Anne traced a fingertip along the sensitive ridge of his shaft, watching with dark amusement as his spent flesh quivered at even that featherlight touch.

A thick pearl of cum welled up from his slit as she stroked him once—slowly, possessively—her thumb smearing the sticky drop down his length before releasing him with a wet pop.

Anne’s fingers trailed down Jim’s trembling forearm, her nails scraping lightly over the sweat-dampened leather cuff binding his wrist. “You’ve been such a good boy,” she purred, her breath hot against his ear as she worked the buckle loose with slow, deliberate tugs. The restraint fell away with a soft clink, his arm collapsing bonelessly onto the to his sides pale imprints from the tight straps already blooming across his skin.

She repeated the motion with his other wrist, her lips brushing his pulse point as she murmured, “Now you can rest,” her tongue darting out to taste the salt at his throat.

Jim’s limbs felt leaden as Anne guided him upright, his muscles trembling with exhaustion. He swayed slightly, his spent cock still glistening with their mingled fluids as he staggered toward the bed. Anne’s hands pressed firmly against his lower back, steering him forward with possessive gentleness until his knees hit the edge of the mattress.

With a ragged exhale, he collapsed onto the cool sheets, his body sinking into the plush surface like a marionette with cut strings. His softening cock twitched against his thigh, still flushed and oversensitive, but the weight of fatigue dragged him under faster than the lingering aftershocks of pleasure could rouse him.

Anne’s breath hitched as Jim’s soft snores filled the room, his exhaustion pulling him under completely. She bit her lower lip, her thighs still slick with their mingled arousal, the ache between them throbbing insistently. With slow, deliberate movements, she stretched out beside him, her fingers trailing down her own trembling stomach before slipping through the swollen, glistening folds Jim had left stretched and tender.

A soft whimper escaped her as two fingers slid easily into her well-used pussy, the slick heat of his cum coating her digits as she curled them inward, searching for that sweet, familiar pressure.

Anne’s breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as her fingers worked in tight, practiced circles over her throbbing clit, the slick friction sending electric jolts through her oversensitive flesh. Her other hand squeezed her heavy breast possessively, fingertips digging into the soft swell as she pinched her stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger—sharp enough to make her hips jerk, the delicious sting feeding the coiled tension low in her belly.

A whimper tore from her throat as her thighs trembled, her inner walls fluttering around her fingers, still soaked with Jim’s spend.

Anne’s breath hitched as her fingers plunged deeper, her slick walls convulsing around the intrusion as she added a third digit—stretching herself just enough to make her gasp, the delicious burn of overstimulation tightening her cunt in rhythmic pulses. Her thighs trembled violently as she fucked herself faster, the wet squelch of Jim’s cum mixing with her own arousal filling the room between his ragged snores.

Her clit throbbed under her frantic circles, each flick sending white-hot sparks up her spine until her back arched off the bed, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to stifle a cry.

Anne’s back arched sharply, her body bowing off the mattress as her orgasm ripped through her—her 38G tits heaving upward, their heavy weight pulling them taut against her ribcage before they spilled outward, swaying with the **** of her shuddering breaths. The flushed peaks of her nipples grazed her own forearm as she frantically worked her clit, her fingers now drenched in the mess Jim had left inside her.

Her thighs clamped around her wrist as another wave of pleasure crested, her swollen pussy pulsing around her thrusting fingers—each **** curl inside her slick walls drawing a choked moan from her throat.

Anne’s thick, chubby body jerked violently as she rode out her orgasm, her plush thighs quaking against the rumpled sheets. A bead of sweat rolled down the curve of her flushed belly, disappearing into the damp thatch of curls between her legs as her fingers—still buried knuckle-deep in her pulsing cunt—twitched with each aftershock. Her swollen breasts heaved with ragged breaths, nipples pebbled tight from the lingering adrenaline, the weight of them pressing into her own forearm as she slowed her frantic movements. Anne pulled her fingers from her pussy and and curled up next to Jim and drifted off to sleep beside him.