Pretty obvious answer right?

Don's eyes closed, his face still tilted upward, as he whispered, "Ride me. Please…" His voice was laced with a mix of submission and desperation, and Zena's response was immediate. A low, husky giggle escaped her lips, sending shivers down Don's spine.

As she laughed, Zena gently guided Don's hands from her thighs to her ass, her fingers wrapping around his wrists to ensure he didn't try to move them again. Don's palms made contact with the soft, supple skin of her large ass, and he couldn't help but flex his fingers, feeling the gentle give of her flesh.

As Zena's grip on Don's wrists tightened, she slowly began to pick up the pace, her hips rising and falling in a rhythmic motion. Don's eyes, still closed, scrunched up in anticipation, his face contorting in a mix of pleasure and pain. Zena's breathing quickened, her husky moans growing louder, as she started to ride him faster, her hips hitting his thighs with a soft slapping sound.

Don's body began to tremble, his muscles tensing up as he struggled to contain the building pleasure. His moans grew louder, more urgent, as Zena's pace quickened, her hips pistoning up and down with a frenzied intensity.

Zena, sensing Don's orgasm coming close, pulled her hips up, leaving only the tip of her in. She began to wiggle her hips teasingly, driving Don to the brink of pleasureable madness. His moans grew louder, more ****, as he begged for release. But Zena wasn't ready to let him off the hook just yet. She wanted to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

She continued to tease him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles, her breasts swaying gently above his chest.