Cowgirl.

You and Amber roll around on the bed, and you end up with her on top of you. She sits up, straddling your hips. “Ooooh,” she says, “I get to ride my new bronco.” You grin, and she giggles. “I always wanted a pony when I was a little girl, but this is a lot better.”

“Is it?” you ask teasingly.

In response, she sits back a little and reaches down to caress your cock. “Well,” she says, “you’re certainly hung better than any old pony.” She leans forward to kiss you. You capture her lower lip with your mouth and nibble at it gently; she strokes your upper lip with her tongue. She sits up again and gives you a lustful smile. “You taste better, too,” she adds.

You look up at Amber rising above you in all her glory and wish you could touch her everywhere at once. You start by grabbing her ass with both hands and massaging her cheeks. “Mmm,” she says, flexing her hips to rub her twat against your pulsing erection. You pull her into you, urging her on. “You like my ass?”

“Sexy girl, you know I do,” you answer in a voice roughened with desire.

“Sexy girl, huh?” she purrs. “I like that.” Amber wiggles a little, then says, “Ohh, yeah.” She puts her hands behind her head, fingers interlaced and elbows spread wide, thrusts her chest out, and begins to undulate on your dick.

“Sexy doesn’t begin to cover it,” you tell her. “You put Aphrodite to shame.”

“Oooh, Rob, keep that up,” Amber says huskily. “Flattery will get you anywhere you want to go.”

“It isn’t flattery. I mean it.”

“Why don’t you—no,” she responds with a sultry grin. “Let’s play ‘show and tell.’ First you show me how sexy I am, then later you can tell me all about it. Right now, I have better things for you to do with your mouth.”

You answer Amber by reaching up with both hands to fondle her perfect breasts. As you stroke them and squeeze them, enjoying the feel of their soft weight filling your hands, she rubs her wet slit harder against your aching shaft. “Oh, yes, rub my tits, squeeze my big titties,” she murmurs. “That feels sooooo good . . .”

Encouraged by her responses, you begin to focus your titplay on her aroused, sensitive nipples. At first, you try to stroke them lightly, but they keep getting away from you, so you grab each with a thumb and two fingers and begin scraping them lightly with your fingernails. From the sounds Amber’s making in her throat—and the vigorous way she’s rubbing her clit up and down the length of your cock—you must be doing something right.

When you run your hands down her side, intending to give her ass a quick squeeze before going back to playing with her nipples, she leans forward and begins to swing her torso from side to side, battering you gently with her breasts. You reach back up to grab them and she sits back up, pulling them away from you, shooting you a look that clearly tells you you're being a naughty boy. This is her game, and that isn’t how she wants to play it.

In apology, you start stroking her hips and ass, and she leans forward again and resumes swinging her ripe melons around your head. Then she leans forward further, leaving them draped across your face, blotting out the world with her softness. You happily lick and suck up and down, side to side, everything you can reach.

After several moments, Amber pulls back a little and goes back to swinging her boobs against your face. You grab for them again, but this time she lets you. You stroke them lightly, running your hand all over one as you hold the other to your hungry lips and begin to devour her nipple. She moans her encouragement and enthusiastically humps your prick. You knead her big, sweet melons with your fingers and kiss them all over. You touch her nipples together, licking and sucking both at once, then spiral outward to cover her skin with kisses. You push your face between her boobs and try to give her a hickey on her breastbone while you roll her straining titbuds between your fingers. “Ohh, ohh, ohh . . .” Amber moans. “Yeah, Rob, love my titties . . . oh, be good to my big titties . . .”