January Week 2: Friday--Mr. Baker...Snow White--Cowgirl

“Let me guess—Prince Charming wants me to…RIDE into the sunset with him?” Leah groaned as she considered the horrible, lurid pun that had just passed her lips. However, didn’t stop to think about what lurid things she had just been doing with those exact same lips.

“Ah now you are getting it and of course.You know I do. Now be a good girl and straddle me.” His hands steadied the camera as Leah sat up and turned around. She made a sport of taking off her white panties.

If she could have seen Mr. Baker’s face it would have said “I’m the luckiest teacher in the world.” Luckily she didn’t have to as she moved her ass up and slid herself rearward.

She soon had him inside of her and she was bouncing up and down on his cock reverse doggy style. Leah rode Mr. Baker’s cock sensually, her spine arching as she lowered herself inch by inch, the costume's blue and yellow satin bunching around her waist. Her thighs trembled with the effort of control as she rocked against him before getting ito her groove. She found a good rhythm as she moved forward and backward. Mr. Baker admired Leah’s ass as he focused in on it with the camera. He moaned loudly as he saw her perfect figure move up and down on the bed—and on his cock. She continued to bounce her ass on him, schooling her movements with a porn-pro’s instinct for what looked best on camera.

“God, you were born for this, Leah. I hope your fiancé knows how lucky he is.” He groaned, absent minded about how much that could sting.

She snorted, tossing her head over her shoulder to glare at him, and then—because she knew it would drive him wild she stopped.

“Look I didn’t mean to ma—Ugh!” his attempt to placate and apologize was cut off by her hips moving rappidly again. Then she stopped again and moved off his manhood and spun around.

“Here’s the part where Snow White gets on her white steed,” she quipped, planting her knees on either side of him and lowering herself down. Baker’s cock nudged at her opening, thick and aggressively alive, and for a split second she tried to picture Jonathan’s face instead of Baker’s. The thought curdled instantly. It was better, maybe, to keep the humiliation tempered.

“Mhmmm that’s it. A better view of Snow White—who's supposed to be the fairest in the land right?” Baker fumbled with the camera, trying to get a close-up shot.

She bounced for him, slow at first, then faster, her hands gripping his shoulders for leverage. Everything about it was staged and degenerate—except the traitorous zing of pleasure that kept flashing through her nerves. This was her life now: a cycle of **** degradation, laced with flashes of real, unwanted sensation.

“Oh, Snow, you’re so fucking tight—did the dwarfs keep you locked up or what?” Baker’s running commentary was relentless.

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” she intoned flatly, “who’s got the biggest balls of all?”

“That’s it…shitttttt. Hell you know how to ride so well…shittttt...” he groaned as she filmed each movement. His operating the camera was the only thing that let him hold himself back—to not explode instantly with that lovely piece of ass riding his cock.

She let her mouth fall open in a cartoon gasp, the sort that would’ve won her an Oscar back in college.

"Fuck...You feel so good...but shit...Gotta...UGH...Ooooh...ugh....Agh! Ready for the moneyshot, princess?" he asked a frantic tone in his voice from the pleasure coursing through his body.