Sasha mounts me

With that statement, Sasha pushed herself up and straddled my legs, my cock pressed tight against her cunt, a moist, fragrant apricot surrounded by her ginger-colored hair that was neatly trimmed into a heart shape. She rocked slowly, sliding her hands along my chest and running my Johnson through her glistening outer lips. Her eyes closed and her mouthed opened into a large O-shape; her tits bounced and jiggled delightfully before my eyes.

I reached and cupped her large tits in my hands, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She moaned. As her excitement grew, her rocking sped up. “Oh, my god! This is great! Unh! Unh! … Fuck! Ah! Ah! Fuckin’ A! Aaaah! Oh, my fuckin’ god! Shit! Jesus Christ! Fuck! I wanna cum!” The obscenities streamed out of her mouth.

I pinched hard, and she shouted, “Fuck!” and she increased her tempo again. Now she opened her eyes and looked at me with an intense fire. Her outbursts ceased as she concentrated on adjusting her position for maximum effect. She simply moaned.

“Come on, Baby, cum on my big cock. Let me see you cum. Oh, yeah, Sasha. Grind that clit on me. Cum for me, Baby. Cum for me,” I said encouragingly. I started pinching and releasing her nipples, matching the rhythm of her rocking.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Shit! God! You’re making me cum! Aaaaaaaah!” she screamed, finally climaxing, her body a mass of quivering flesh. I pulled her chest down and clamped my lips around one of her nipples. Her groans increased in pitch and volume. And I hadn’t even entered her yet.