Lina favorite Ride

Lina didn’t rush. The fit, curvy latina settled onto your cock like it was a throne made just for her, and you were her prize. Thick, hot, pulsing. She worked it in slowly, but had no trouble, soaking wet as she was. It wouldn't be her first big cock, you were pretty sure about that, but you still guessed it was among the top three.

"This one," she said, looking over her shoulder with a smirk, "is my favorite."

It was as if she could read your mind. You laughed. "I bet."

You couldn’t believe how good it felt. Her pussy gripped you with perfect resistance, tight and slick and eager. Every thrust made you feel like a goddamn monster, and every moan she let out confirmed it. Your cock looked massive and it made you feel invincible!

But beyond the heat, the wetness, the perfect friction, it was the sound of her sweet, sweet moans. She was in heaven. She was obsessed. You were massive, and she adored every inch. That raw appreciation hit something primal in you.

You’d never felt this way before. Not just hard, not just deep. Powerful. Worshipped. Her body told you the truth her mouth hadn’t said yet: no other man had made her feel like this.

Her feet firmly planted on the floor, hands on your thighs, she squatted low, and gave you a full view of her perfect ass as she started to ride you in slow, controlled movements. You grinned as you saw your new, fat cock, splitting her lips apart.

The first bounce was careful, her body adjusting, her breath catching. The second was confident. Deep. She took more of you, and you felt her stretch around every inch. By the third, she was moaning, head thrown back, ponytail swaying as her ass smacked against your thighs with wet slaps.

You grabbed her waist, but she slapped your hand away playfully.

"Let me handle this, John. I’ve got this."

She rolled her hips, grinding in circles before lifting and dropping again, pussy clenching and releasing like her body didn’t want to let you go. Her muscles rippled with every move. Thighs strong, core tight, ass jiggling with every thrust.

"You fill me so deep," she gasped, looking down between her legs at where your cock disappeared into her soaked heat. "So fucking deep."

Your grip returned, sliding up to cup her tits, tweaking her nipples until she cried out and rode you harder, losing her rhythm to lust.

She was soaked now, your thighs slippery with her arousal, her breath ragged.

"Harder," she begged. "I want to feel it tomorrow. I want to walk like I’ve been fucked by a god."

You sat up, still inside her, wrapped your arms around her waist, and thrust up into her from below. She cried out. The couch creaked under you both as you pounded her from below, matching her rhythm now, letting your cock do the talking. She shook in your arms, her orgasm slamming into her with brutal ****, hips twitching, walls milking your cock like she didn’t want it to end.

"Again," she whispered. "Don’t stop. I’m not done with you yet."

You pulled her back, fucking her from underneath, drilling that pussy with powerful, relentless strokes. Your new physique made everything feel effortless. Strength, control, rhythm, all of it came naturally now. And the way she responded to you, clinging to you, gasping and shaking, only made you fuck her harder.

Lina moaned your name, her voice breaking as her second orgasm approached. Her pussy clenched tighter, her whole body tensing against yours. She reached behind her, gripping your hair, pulling your mouth to hers in a ****, breathless kiss.

"Don’t stop, John," she whispered, her forehead pressed to yours. "I’m so close again. Just like that! Yes, fuck, just like that. Yes! YES! YESSSSS!"

You kept the pace brutal and steady, sweat dripping from both of you now. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her ass slapping your thighs, your cock spearing deep into her soaking wet heat. She bit your shoulder and cried out as she came again, pussy fluttering wildly around your cock.

You growled low in your throat, holding her still as she rode it out, twitching and whimpering, her legs shaking. She collapsed forward, panting hard, body spent, but you weren’t close to finished.

You flipped her, quick and easy, landing with her on her back and your cock still buried to the hilt. She blinked up at you with hazy, fucked-out eyes, smiling.

"Goddamn," she whispered. "What the hell are you?"

You smirked and leaned in, brushing your lips over hers. "Your favorite ride."

Her laugh turned into another gasp as you began to move again, slower now, deeper, her hips lifting instinctively to meet each thrust. You felt her clenching again, sensitive but hungry.

"You’re gonna make me cum again so fast," she whispered. "You’re fucking unreal, John."