Cowgirl

Jake reclined on the couch, pulling Ari down to straddle his hips. He gripped her waist, guiding her movements as she rode him with wanton abandon. The new angle allowed him to reach depths previously untouched, stoking the fires of their shared pleasure.

“Fuck, your pussy feels incredible” he groaned, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. Sweat beaded on his brow as he thrust up to meet her downward strokes. “Tell me, Ari... whose cock fills you up better? Mine or Joe's?”

Ari's eyes flew open at the brazen question, a pretty blush staining her cheeks. She faltered in her rhythm, suddenly self-conscious. “I... I can't answer that” she hedged, biting her lip. “It wouldn't be right to compare...”