Alyssa rides me hard

Alyssa reaches behind her, grabs my hands, and puts them on her tits, then reaches up and back to interlace her fingers behind my neck. I trace the edges of her small tits, enjoying the firmness of her little mounds and the delicacy of her subtle curves. I tease her small areolae and the slopes of her stiff rosy nipples. She moans softly, then says, “You’ll have to be patient, Andrew—I’ve never had anything as big as this fuckmonster inside me before.” My cock twitches and swells a little when I hear that, drawing a gasp from her.

I keep caressing Alyssa’s soft breasts and fondling their hard tips as she gradually works herself down onto my raging erection; I can feel her pussy walls stretching around me. I bend my head to kiss and suckle the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, earning an approving moan. When I give one of her nipples a light pinch, she mewls, then cries out, “Fuck yeah, Andrew, just like that! More—more—” I pinch both of them and twirl them a little; she yowls, raises herself up, and slams herself down rather harder than she had been doing, which makes her yowl louder. I pull and twist her stiff titbuds, and she starts shaking against me. “Fuck,” she yells, “that’s so fucking good—pinch my nipples—pull ’em—harder—harder—be rough, baby, they like it rough—fuck I love this big fucking cock—so big, so thick, so hard, so fucking good—stretching my tight pussy so fucking good—” She’s fucking me more aggressively now, vigorously impaling herself on my pole, trying to get all of me inside her as quickly as she can. “Ohhh, fuck, I can’t fucking wait to get all of this big, thick cock in my little fucking pussy . . .” Just the feeling of her tight, slick heat sheathing more and more of my throbbing prick is almost enough to make me cum, but I manage to hold back.

Once she’s all the way down, Alyssa says breathily, “Just give me a minute, Andrew—just give me a minute to get used to your monster fuckstick.” She rocks slightly in place, but otherwise doesn’t move. “Fuuuuuuck,” she croons softly. “Fuuuuuck, that’s good.” She’s focused enough on the sensations from her well-stuffed cunt that she doesn’t notice when I let go of one of her nipples—but she certainly does when one of my fingers brushes the head of her clit. “Fuck!” she yowls, shooting up until she’s most of the way off my cock; her hotbox pulls and sucks at my dick as if she’s trying to suck out the cum I’m straining to keep in. I start rubbing her pearl in a circular fashion, and she slams herself back down, making me feel like my dick is being squeezed through a funnel. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck!” she cries. “Oooooh, fuck, Andrew, don’t stop, don’t you stop don’tfuckingstop—rub my clit—rub that fucking clit right—pinch my nipple, pull on my nipple, fuck I love your cock, need your cock, need your big thick fucking bastard cock—so deep so deep sofuckingdeep—”

Alyssa kicks into overdrive, bouncing on my pole hard and fast. Her cunt pulls hard on my cock every time she drives herself up, and every time she slams herself down, I can feel its elastic resistance as it stretches around my rod. “Fuck that pussy. Fuck that tight fucking pussy,” she chants, then bursts out, “Ohhhhh, FUCK that’s deep! So fucking deep, so fucking good—” Somehow she manages to speed up and ride me even harder. “Fuck, Andrew, I love this cock, love this big fucking cock, love your big fucking mommy-maker, so fucking good fucking this tight little fucking pussy, so good so close so fucking good stuffing me so fucking deep so fucking full—ohhh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, ohfuckI’mgonnacumohfuckohfuckohfuck . . .”

I can’t take it anymore. “I’m gonna cum!” I shout

“Yeah!” Alyssa screams. “Cum in me! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—sogoodsofuckinggood—give me that fucking cum—all that fucking cum—” She slams herself down one last time, so hard it’s a wonder she doesn’t jam my balls into her greedy cunt, and howls like a fucking wolf as her body detonates around me like a neutron bomb. I blow right with her, my climax rushing to meet hers, blasting rope after rope of cum into her tight, wet heat. I wrap my arms around her and hold on for dear life as she writhes in my lap.

When she’s calm enough to speak, Alyssa murmurs, “Ohh, Andrew, that was almost unbearably good . . . Where have you been hiding that sweet cock all my life?” Unsure how to answer, I say nothing. After several moments, she breathes, “So fucking good.”