She wants to be ridden—hard*

“I want you to fuck me from behind,” Sierra says. “I think they call it doggystyle? Neither of my boyfriends ever tried it; I think it looks really sexy, but I don’t think I would have wanted to try it with them anyway. Would you . . . ?”

“I wouldn’t have thought my dick could get any harder, baby, but hearing you ask that just proved me wrong,” I tell her. “I think we’ve stretched you out enough that I can fuck you hard and fast and deep, and there’s no position better.”

“Please, baby,” Sierra moans. “Please . . . let me feel what it means to get really fucked.”

“Can I ask you one other thing, sexy girl? Would you let me film you?” I ask. “I’ve already taken the pictures, so it wouldn’t be that much more; and I promise I won’t show anything to anyone else.”

Sierra takes a deep breath, gathering her courage, and nods. I put the rig back on, glad I reflexively grabbed it when we left the kitchen. “Get up on all fours, siren, and show me that ripe ass.” She does as she’s told, then looks over her shoulder at me with an expression mixing lustful anticipation with anxiety. I put a hand on her ass and push my knob into her tight, wet little pink hole.

She mewls with pleasure at the invasion. “That’s so good, so good, so good,” she moans. “Where has this been all my life?” I give her a few slow, shallow strokes, then bury my cock to the balls in her snug teenage cunt. I bottom out, feeling her posterior fornix distend around my knob. Sierra’s elbows give out; she howls into the sheets like a wolf in heat as a thunderous orgasm rolls through her.

I grind myself into Sierra, not thrusting while her hotbox squeezes my dick like a fist but adding stimulation on her sweet spot. She cums for a long time before her body quiets. “Wow . . .” she moans. “I’ve never—I’ve never—never . . . so—crazy—fucking—good . . . what was that? Is that?”

“That’s your P-spot, baby,” I tell her.

“Mmmmmm . . . I need more of that in my life,” Sierra murmurs. “I’m gonna need this cock as often as I can get it . . .”

“Are you ready to get railed, siren?” I ask her. “Ready to have that tight 18-year-old pussy pounded like a real woman’s cunt?”

“Give it to me, baby—you’re so fucking hot, I can’t resist you,” Sierra mewls. “Take me—use me—master me—teach me . . . teach me how a real man fucks—teach me how it feels . . .”

I reach across to grab her waist. “Get ready to take it, sexy girl,” I growl. “I’m gonna fuck the brains right out of your pretty head.” I pull out and slam my dick home hard, and I’m off to the races.

Sierra moans and mewls and whimpers and grunts as I jackhammer her tight, wet cunt. The bed complains and groans, her ass ripples under the pounding, and her big titties swing wildly with every blow. The percussion of our bodies is the loudest sound in the room.

“You’re sexy as fuck, you know that?” I growl. “Your hot little cunt is so tight and fucking wet, and hearing you moan and beg me to hammer you even harder is crazy fucking hot. Cum hard on my dick, baby girl. Give in to the pounding and let your pussy go wild. I’m gonna cum so hard and so deep in your tiny little honeypot, you’ll still be leaking at graduation.”

“Ohh, FUCK!” Sierra yells, then screams at the top of her lungs as an epic orgasm blows her mind.

“Take it!” I yell in response. I bury my dick to the balls in her wet, spasming heat and hose her down with my cream. It doesn’t put out her fire, though, it fuels it. Sierra takes a deep breath and screams again, even louder; her cunt grips my dick like it wants a permanent fusion.