The next Black King's turn

You remain lying on the floor, simultaneously too high and too broken to acknowledge what exactly is going on around you.

"Alright you can go next Deion." Darius instructs.

"Aight bet, time to see this bitches riding abilities." Deion replies.

The Black King seemingly named Deion grabs you by the hair and starts dragging you. This rude awakening from your daze triggers you to scramble to start crawling rather than being roughly pulled along the ground by your hair. Deion brings you over ot one of the sleeping bags set up by the campfire and lies down on it.

"Jump on bitch, we're going cowgirl."

You had very little experience being on top, having made your husband do all the work normally when the two of you had sex in the past. However, in your current predicament you have no other choice and squat down above Deion's waist. His massive cock is already rock hard, seemingly after watching you get fucked by three of the other Black Kings. You use your hand to line it up with your pussy before slowly sliding down on top of it. You let out a soft moan as it slips into your pussy and another as you slide down over it until your pussy is rested on his pelvis.

"Time to start riding bitch."

Inexperienced and unsure of exactly what to do, you put your knees on the ground on either side of him and put your hands on his strong chest to help steady yourself. In a good position now you start bouncing up and down on his cock slowly, with your pussy juice producing a sloppy slapping sound each time you shift up and down. Deion gives you a hard slap on the ass, seemingly encouraging you.

"Faster bitch."

You follow his instructions and start bouncing harder and faster. With this new speed you're really starting to feel it and it's even starting to feel a little pleasurable to you. Although you're still in decent shape thanks to some yoga and morning walks before the bombs were dropped, you're pretty unfit and doing all this work is getting you tired.