Cowgirl in the Wilderness

As Cowgirl Peach lowers herself onto your cock, you can feel the warmth of her body enveloping you. You try to steady your breathing and focus on the task at hand, but the feeling of her tight pussy is already making it difficult to think straight. She starts to move her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, and you can feel every inch of her as she slides up and down your shaft.

"I'll go easy on ya for now, stud." she remarked. "But once I see ya start to get used to it, I'll start picking up the pace, ya hear?"

You nod your head, trying to convey your understanding. The feel of her pussy is already starting to take its toll on your stamina, but you know you have to hold out for as long as possible. You try to focus on something else, anything to take your mind off the pleasure, but it's no use. Cowgirl Peach is too good at what she's doing.

Just before you could get a chance to get your bearings, she continues to move her hips, her rhythm getting faster and faster. Looks like she kept her word, but now how are you going to do your best against the expert? The other two were a breeze since you were in the dominant position, but now? Now you're the only being dominated.

"Ready sugar?" she asked with a hidden agenda. But since you were too out of it, you nodded your head without even realizing it. "Good, because now I'm going to take off the training wheels and give you a real fucking."

"Wait wha-" But before you could get a chance to respond, she started to pick up the pace. Her pussy was practically squeezing itself on top of you, making it hard to control your orgasm. Luckily for you, there was still enough strength left to last you maybe a few minutes.

But knowing a cowgirl's stamina, that won't be enough to last even a session with her. As Cowgirl Peach continues to ride you harder and faster, you struggle to keep up. You can feel your stamina waning, but you push through, determined to outlast her.

"Don't tell me that ya have to cum already, sweetheart!" The feeling of her pussy gripping you tighter with each thrust is almost unbearable, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. You grit your teeth, trying to hold back, but it's getting more and more difficult. "Well, that's disappointing."

"Guess, I'll be the one to keep ya around." she uttered. Her body rocking yours like a bull. "Maybe I could make ya one of the cows that I need ta milk whenever I need a fresh patch or maybe use ya like a stress reliever whenever I'm done with a hards day of work!"

"So, many choices..." she pondered. "Oh well, first I want ta see what ya face looks like when ya cum!"

No, you have to gain back control. But how do you do that with a muscular cowboy bombshell watching your every move and taking the initiative over your ever move?