Cowgirl Ava*

Ava straddles my dick and slowly impales herself. “Fuck,” I gasp, “your cunt isn’t just tight, it’s fucking hot. Are you running a fever, or are you just that fucking horny?”

“I’m that fucking horny,” she moans. “Feel what you’re doing to me, stud . . .” She doesn’t take me all at once, but moves up and down, settling a little further each time. I reach out and squeeze one of her fat, heavy melons. She groans at my touch.

Before she can take my entire length, Ava bottoms out, leaving her hanging on my spike from her anterior fornix. She howls, raises herself halfway up, and drops again. If she’s trying to **** herself all the way down, she fails. She throws back her head and screams, “Fuck!” Her tight box pulsates fiercely around my prick. Her body trembles.

Ava leans back and starts sliding up and down my pole, flexing her hips as she rides it. She gradually stretches her cunt so she can take me a little deeper, but not much. “You like that tight pussy, stud?” she moans. “You like feeling it stretch around your big fat cock? You like feeling my pussy juices leaking onto your big, full balls? Fuck, baby, my pussy likes your cock . . . you fill me so full . . . fuck me so fucking deep . . .”

“I love your wet little cunt, sexy girl,” I growl. “You’re so tight, and so crazy fucking hot . . . Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you cum on my dick again—I want to see your face—I want to hear you scream . . .”

I can see Ava’s climax hit even before I feel it. Her mouth opens wide and she takes a deep, sudden breath. She slams herself down on my dick so hard, her hips rest on my thighs, and a shattering scream tears from her throat.

When the scream fades, I start rubbing Ava’s button with a thumb. “Yeah baby, yeah baby, fuck yeah baby,” she moans. Her body begins to shimmy, and she swings her hips in a circle on my dick, setting her big tits swinging. She moans uncontrollably, getting steadily higher, louder, and wilder.

It isn’t long before another orgasm blows through her like a runaway bullet train, with her painfully-loud shriek supplying the horn. No sooner does that one pass than another hits her; she throws back her head and screams through half-closed jaws. I keep rubbing her button as she grinds herself hard against me.