She rides my lap

I sit on the bench with my back against the shower wall and Abby straddles my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck for balance; I grab her ass with one hand and use the other to hold my prick steady while she lowers herself onto it. “Fuck, Ben, that’s good, that’s such a good dick,” she groans. She’s a vision in my lap—her head is thrown back, her eyes are half-closed in pleasure, and the water from the showerhead is catching her hair and running down her back. She moans and grunts as she slowly impales herself on my big spike, unwilling to be satisfied until she’s resting on my legs. “I love your big fuckpole,” she moans. “You fill me up so fucking good . . . I love feeling my tight little teenage pussy stretching around your big man-muscle . . . this is so fucking right—this is what I need—this is what I was made for . . . I need you, Ben, I need you . . . fuck me—fill me—claim me—make me yours—make me yours—make me fucking yours . . .”

I grip Abby’s toned little ass, hanging in space between my legs, with both hands and squeeze. “Ooooh, you like my ass, don’t you, Ben?” she purrs.

“I love it, sexy girl,” I tell her. “You’re a hot little number with a hot little ass, and you’re a blazing-hot fuck to match.”

“Ohhhh, Ben,” Abby coos, “you know just how to make a girl feel good.” She lowers her head and melds her lips to mine, giving me a long, sensual kiss. I stroke her lips with my tongue until hers comes out to wrestle and play. She moans into my mouth and grinds herself against me, fucking me slowly by rotation. I knead the strong muscles of her ass, feeling her move and flex in my grip, then let go to wrap my hands around her sweet peaks. I lift them up, feeling their soft weight, and rub them against each other, then rotate my hands around their outsides to caress their upper slopes. I bring my wrists back down to rub her stiff pink points with the heels of my hands and trace them along the fate lines on my palms. “Play with my tits, Ben, play with my sweet titties . . .” she implores me. “Your hands feel so good . . . your touch—I love your touch . . . so gentle and strong . . .” She rides my cock faster as her excitement builds, bouncing on my lap but also rotating and flexing her hips.

I capture Abby’s jaunty little nips and start pulling and twisting them; she mewls loudly and kisses me hard, lip-wrestling for control. I pinch her turgid pink nubs harder and return passion for passion, probing her mouth with my tongue. She begins undulating her back, varying the angle of penetration in all sorts of interesting ways as she dances on my pole.

We make out with increasingly unrestrained hunger until Abby breaks off the kiss with a feral cry and starts bouncing frantically on my dick, holding on to my neck for dear life. I pull harder on her tits, rolling their pink little points in my grip. She rides me faster and faster, tossing her head and leaning back, her eyes half-closed, her hair sending spray everywhere. Finally, she slams herself down, impaling herself fully on my prick, and an orgasmic scream tears from her throat, echoing off the tile. Her climax is titanic; she writhes wildly in my lap, her firm young cunt seizing my dick in a ferocious grip. I might be able to hold on, but it’s very tempting to let go and join her, rewarding her ecstasy with a pussyful of hot cum.