She's going to fuck you silly

"Be a good boy, John." Amala wiggled her hips as she slid down your belly towards your twitching cock. "Let me ride this fat rod of yours, I'm going to fuck you silly."

This doesn't seem to call for any real response other than to lift your hips to make it easier for her hands to guide you between her legs. The heat of her sex wrapped around your member is as good as you always imagined it would be, and you let out a moan of pleasure.

"Is this your first time, John?" Amala asked as she pushed down on your meat. "Have you ever had a woman before me, or are you a virgin?" Amala's brown body rode up and down on him with a wildness he'd never experienced but her eyes never left his. She seemed to want an answer.

"I had a girl in Essex ..." You grunt in time with her rocking, "She was my first, but it wasn't like this ..." It wasn't anything like this at all. Sex with Mary had been a strictly in the dark, under the covers, missionary position kind of thing. "Oh, God this feels good!"

Amala seemed to agree because the pace of her rising and falling on your shaft got even faster and more frenetic. Her face twisted into snarl of triumph and with a particularly hard push Amala drove her loins all the way down so your cock was fully embedded within her, and her mouth opened in a loud, passionate cry.

"You're mine now, John!" Her hands dug into your shoulders so hard that her nails must surely be drawing blood. "I'm claiming you. You belong to me, and no other woman now. Do you understand?"