He rides you

Both of you stayed still to regain your breaths.

"You okay?" you asked Benz, concerned with how he's doing.

"I feel like a baseball bat's been stuffed up my ass but apart from that, I feel peachy," retorted Benz, who was surprisingly in good spirits.

You give Benz a sly grin and taunted him, "Well, if you're fine enough to be snarky, it's time to do your work and ride my cock, bitch."

"Fuck you," cursed Benz back playfully.

"No, I'm fucking you," you quip back, garnering you a look of derision from your willing partner.

Finally relaxed after these playful barbs, Benz gathered all of his energy and started to ride your cock in earnest, steadily lifting himself up and down you long, girthy shaft. You immerse yourself in the sensations. His hands were warm against your chest. His cock, bouncing against your abs, left a trail of cum all over your six pack. And most of all, his warmth squeezed around you like a vice, milking out whatever cum you had churning in your balls.

Soon enough, you tire of his 'slowness' and slapped his butt to urge him to move faster. Egged on by your slaps, he sped up but it's still not enough for you.