Have Lance ride your cock

You stack the pillows behind you and lean back against the headboard. Lance grins at you. "Oh, do I get to ride the pretty Pony now?" he asks. He straddles your waist, rising up on his knees as he reaches back and positions your blunt cockhead between his cheeks. A look of sensual bliss on his face, he sinks down, taking you slowly into his back passage. "Oh, fuck yeah," he moans. "By the gods, you feel so good in me. You're amazing!"

You blush. "Any cock would feel just as good," you say. "I'm nothing special."

"Oh, yes you are," he says, reaching down to untie the ribbon around the base of your cock. You gasp as he gently unwinds it from around your balls, your nuts heavy and aching to eject their pent-up load. Once you are freed, he leans down and captures your velvet muzzle in a deep kiss. As he draws back, he whispers, "You are a gift from the gods."

You grab his hips and steady him as he rocks back and forth, rising up on his knees until your cock nearly slips out, then dropping down and impaling himself on your rigid rod. He is flushed and sweaty, his tanned skin glistening, lips parted as soft moans and low groans rise up in his throat. You can feel your own release approaching, his tight passage gripping and squeezing your cock, but he doesn't look quite there yet. He leans back, brow furrowed in concentration, trying to find the correct angle to stimulate his prostate.