Little Pink Riding Cunt

The whole time I’ve been feasting on supermodel pussy, Rhiannon has been behind me fondling my balls and wanking my prick back to life. Her cocksucking lips have been at my ear murmuring a stream of pornographic encouragements.

“Eat her, sexy beast. Eat her up like the Big Bad Wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood. Call her Little Pink Riding Cunt.”

“Does it make her taste sweeter to think of all the men who jack off to her pictures every night? All those men, all wanting her hot, wet pussy, and she’s all yours. She couldn’t say no to you now if she tried.”

“Feel how tight she is around your finger . . . I know she’s no virgin, but she’s only ever fucked boys—she’s never had anything like your big fucking studpole in there. Do you think you’ll be able to fit it all in? Imagine how she’ll feel, stretching around your fuckmonster. You might split her right in fucking half . . .”

“Wouldn’t you like to have her sweet pink riding your face while my taut, toned little fuckmachine worked your big cuntpole? You could have both of us at once, tiger. We don’t mind sharing.”

“Just wait until she tells all her friends how good you are. You could have a new career—Fucker to the Stars.”

“She’s on the pill, but she’s never needed it. She’s never felt a man’s hot load filling her tight cunt, leaking out her snug little hole . . . she’s never known how good a creampie feels. That’s virgin territory for you, stud.”

When I straighten up, I tell Rhiannon, “Pull her titties out of that bustier. I want to see them.”

“Sure thing, boss,” she replies in a horny purr, suiting action to the word. Corette notices her cousin’s hands grabbing her girls and popping them out of the lingerie, but doesn’t say anything—she just moans a little.

The couch on which Corette is lying is unusually deep and has only one arm; it’s clearly a prop for photos, not something designed to sit on comfortably. It looks like a great prop for sex, too, which is the only thing that matters now. “Time to give this hungry minx the fucking she craves,” I announce, gratified to see the raw need that fills her face at my declaration. How do I want her first?