Ride Heather hard

Heather rolls over and gets up on all fours. She looks back over her shoulder at me, eyes blazing. “Come on, stud,” she says, almost growling. “Take me like the stallion takes the mare. Take me hard and fast and crazy fucking deep. Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”

I get up on my knees behind Heather and seat my cockhead in her wet fuckhole. “Grab my hair, baby,” she begs throatily. “Pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair. Pull my hair and fuck me hard and deep.”

“I was planning to, love,” I tell her as I lean forward to gather a fistful of her thick golden waves. I straighten up, hauling back on her hair and punching my rod balls-deep into her cunt. Heather moans in pleasure and clenches her pussy around my invading cock. I moan with her and hold in place for a few moments to let a wave of pleasure wash over me.

“Fuck,” Heather breathes. “Fuck, that’s deep . . . Oh, fuck, I thought you were deep before, but this is fucking incredible . . . I didn’t know there was that deep. Ohhhhhh, baby, I love your big fucking mommy-maker—fuck, you feel so fucking good in my hungry little pussy—you fill me so full so deep, so fucking good . . . Take me, lover—give it to me hard—give me everything you’ve got—fuck me hard out of my mind . . . Make me cum on that big fucking cock, make me cum like no one else ever has . . . I love you, baby, love you, love your cock . . .”

I pull my shaft most of the way out of Heather’s hot cocksheath, then ram it home again, making both of us moan. I fuck her as hard and fast as I can, anchoring and balancing myself with her hair as I slam my hips into her ass again and again and again. I hook my free hand around her thigh to get a couple fingers in her twat. “Yeah, baby, yeah,” she moans. “Push my button, love. Push my button drive me crazy. Fuck that big fucking pussyhammer pounding me so good so good so good . . .” She moans high and wild and loud when I find her pearl and start rubbing it; she keeps squeezing my cock hard with her pelvic muscles, in no particular rhythm, making me moan along with her.

The bed creaks and sings along with Heather’s moans as I jackhammer her cunt; the steady percussion of our bodies crashing together sets the beat. When she looks back at me, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open, it’s incredibly arousing to know that I have her this turned on. “Cum for me, baby,” she moans. “Fill my pussy with your hot cream. I’m so close, you fuck me so good, I’m so crazy fucking close, I want to feel you cum. I want to feel you blow your load in my hot, wet pussy. I want to feel how much you want me. Cum for me, cum in my pussy and make me cum. I’m so close so close so fucking close—just want to hold on to feel you cum—feel your big thick cock blow in my pussy, spray my hungry little pussy with your hot stuff . . . Cum in me, lover, cum for me and make me cum all over your big fucking mommy-maker—cum in me and make me cum . . .”

Now is an end to all self-control, as Heather’s words send me over the edge. “Get ready to take it, love, because here—I—cum!” I bury my cock to the balls in her hot body one last time as my climax hits me like an earthquake, sending shockwaves through my body. At the epicenter, my balls erupt, firing blast after blast deep into her welcoming cunt.

When she feels my cum splashing her inner walls, Heather cries exultantly, “Yes! MINE!” Her body detonates around my cock, her pussy squeezing me hard like the overpressure of an orgasmic blast. She catches her breath and screams in ecstasy as she drives her hips backward, trying somehow to get just a little more of my dick inside her to feed her pleasure.

When we collapse, we end up spooning on the bed. Heather twists around a little to pull a sheet up over us and snuggles into my encircling arms. “That was incredible, lover,” she purrs sleepily. “If practice makes perfect, I can’t wait to see what ‘perfect’ looks like—I’ve never been so well fucked.” After a few moments, she continues, “I love your cock . . . I love having your arms wrapped around me . . . your hands holding my big titties like they’re precious . . . hold me, baby . . . hold me tight . . . I love you . . .”

I squeeze Heather’s big melons gently and kiss her neck; she moans softly. “I love you, too, baby,” I whisper in her ear. She hums quietly in pleasure as she drifts off in my arms. I bury my face in her hair and breathe in her scent as I follow her swiftly into sleep.