It goes even further

The bull bucked wildly beneath them as a fresh stack of hundreds landed in the donation bucket with a wet slap. "Five more minutes!" someone shouted, and the operator grinned, twisting the dial past "ADVANCED." Emily gasped as the sudden jolt **** Kevin deeper inside her—one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt before she could even process the stretch.

The crowd saw only her arched back and Kevin's white-knuckled grip on the saddle horn. They couldn't see how his cock pulsed inside her, thick and insistent, or how her inner muscles fluttered around him in involuntary pulses. The operator's laughter drowned out Kevin's choked groan when Emily's body clenched around him like a vise, her wet heat sucking him deeper with every rotation of the bull.

"Easy—" Kevin's warning turned into a guttural moan as the bull's next buck slammed their hips together hard enough to make Emily's teeth rattle. His hands scrabbled for purchase on her waist, fingers digging into soft flesh as he fought not to come on the spot. The rough denim of his half-pulled-down khakis chafed against the backs of her thighs, a sharp contrast to the slick glide of his cock where their bodies joined.

Emily's breath came in shallow pants, her nails carving crescent moons into Kevin's forearms. The bull's rhythm was merciless—each downward plunge drove him impossibly deeper, each upward jerk threatened to pull him out before slamming back in. She could feel every ridge of him, the way his cock swelled at the tip with each thrust, the hot spill of precome easing the way.

The mechanical bull bucked harder, its hydraulic groan drowning out Kevin's strangled gasp as Emily's body clenched around him in a way that made his vision blur. His fingers dug into her hips—whether to pull her closer or push her away, he couldn't decide—but the machine's relentless rhythm turned every attempt at separation into another brutal thrust. Emily's head fell back against his shoulder with a whimper that vibrated through his chest, her blonde hair sticking to his sweat-slicked skin.

The bull's next buck sent Kevin's hips pistoning forward with brutal precision, burying him to the hilt as Emily's back arched like a bowstring. His wedding band scraped against her hip bone where his hands gripped too tight—a metallic reminder of the line they'd crossed without meaning to. The operator, oblivious to the truth beneath the spectacle, cranked the bull into a violent spin that **** their bodies even closer together. Emily's breath hitched as the motion dragged Kevin's cock along sensitive inner walls she hadn't known could pulse like this, each rotation sending sparks up her spine.

"Christ—" Kevin's curse dissolved into a groan as Emily's inner muscles clenched around him in an involuntary spasm. The crowd whooped at what they thought was just another dramatic jolt, completely unaware of how his tip nudged against her cervix with every downward plunge. Sweat dripped from Kevin's jaw onto Emily's shoulder as he fought to pull back, but the bull's next upward jerk only succeeded in making her thighs squeeze tighter around his. The wet slap of skin meeting skin was lost under the mechanical whine of the ride.

A fresh stack of bills landed in the donation bucket near the operator's feet. "Y'all want faster?" The old man cackled, twisting the dial past "ADVANCED" without waiting for an answer. The bull responded by bucking sideways—a cruel motion that **** Kevin's pelvis to grind against Emily's clit with enough pressure to make her toes curl in the borrowed cowboy boots. Her sharp cry blended seamlessly with the crowd's cheers, both thinking it was just part of the show.

Kevin's fingers dug into Emily's waist hard enough to leave bruises as he tried—and failed—to lift himself off her. The bull's rhythm was too relentless, each movement calculated to keep them locked together in the most devastating way. His cock throbbed inside her, swollen almost painfully tight as precome slicked the way for deeper thrusts. Emily could feel the exact moment his resolve shattered—when his hips stuttered beneath her and a broken groan escaped his lips. "Gonna—" The warning died in his throat as the bull's next spin sent him surging forward one final time.

Emily's nails bit into his thighs when his release hit, hot and sudden, filling her in pulses that seemed to sync with the bull's jerking motions. The crowd saw only her blonde hair whipping across his chest as she threw her head back—not the way her own climax ripped through her seconds later, her walls milking him through every last shuddering thrust. The operator whooped as the ride slowed, completely misreading their trembling limbs and glazed expressions as part of the act.