She rides me backwards

I sit on the floor of the shower with my back against the edge of the bench and my legs sticking out in front of me under the spray. Abby kneels across my lap, leaning back into my chest while I fondle hers and nuzzle her neck. I cup her delectable mounds in my palms, savoring their soft weight, and caress them with my fingers; the water runs down her hair, down over my hands, down between her breasts. She moans and turns to kiss me tenderly, then lowers herself slowly onto my stiff pole. “Ohhhh, Ben,” she groans, “this feels like heaven. I love your big thick cock—you fill me so full—this is what my little pussy was made for . . . you make me feel so full—you make me feel complete . . . and baby, I love your hands . . . you know how to touch me—you know how to handle my girls—you make them feel special . . . you make me so hot, so horny . . . you make me feel so sexy . . . I’m in fucking heaven . . .”

“You are sexy, baby girl,” I murmur, sucking on Abby’s neck. I rotate my wrists back and forth, juddering my fingers over her perky pink nubs; her breath catches in her throat. She comes to rest on my lap, impaled on my shaft, and starts slowly moving up and down. I kiss her ear and the back of her jaw, enjoying my over-the-shoulder view of her sweet tits. I draw circles around one pink little point with the tip of my middle finger and reach down with the other hand to play in her hot, slick twat. I rub her furry mound against my palm and stretch my fingers to stroke her inner lips.

“Fuck, baby,” Abby mewls. “Fuck . . . mmmmm, Ben, you’re so fucking good to me . . . pet my kitty, baby, pet my sweet little kitty . . . make it purr . . .” I curl my fingers to bracket her pearl and start tracing circles around it; she squeaks and starts thrusting and bucking her hips, making me moan with the friction on my rod. “Ooooh, I like that,” she coos.

“So do I, baby girl, so do I,” I breathe.

Abby moans again and undulates her spine, working her hips back and forth, grinding against me each time before pushing off. I squeeze her supple globe, kneading her soft, firm flesh, and roll its eager pink tip in my fingers. “Play with me, Ben,” she groans. “Play with me—play with my body—give my girls what they need . . . my clit . . . push my button, baby, push my little fucking button . . .” I capture her pearl between two fingers, squeeze gently, and wiggle it; she gasps and starts thrusting her hips more forcefully. She adds a shimmy, swinging from side to side, and starts moving up and down, fucking my prick in all three dimensions. If she weren’t so juicy, she’d probably be about to break my dick off in her tiny box. As tight and hot and wet as she is, it feels indescribably good.

“Listen to your body, baby girl,” I moan in her ear. “Listen to it . . . your hips know how to move, your nipples know how to respond to my touch . . . your sweet little cunt knows how to fuck a big dick . . .” I pause briefly to suckle Abby’s earlobe. “You’re built for fucking, sweet girl, my own little nymph made for pleasure with your flawless tits, your tight round ass, your perfect young pussy, your beautiful responsiveness . . . the sexiest thing about a woman is loving sex, and the sexiest thing to do is turn her on; baby girl, you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever known.”

“Really?” Abby gasps, turning to me, then mewls when I gently pinch her clit.

“Believe it, baby,” I tell her firmly. “It’s incredibly hot watching you ride my dick . . . Cum for me, sexy girl. Cum all over my big cock. Let me feel your tight young cunt go wild. Let me feel you cum.”

“Ohhhh, Ben!” Abby wails, her voice climbing rapidly to an orgasmic shriek as pleasure floods her body. She grinds her ass into me, pushing herself down on my prick and twisting her hips back and forth. I need to decide right now if I’m going to let myself cum or hold out to fuck her in another position.