She wants to ride the bronco*

Sierra wants to fuck me cowgirl. “My boyfriends just wanted to get on top of me, stick their dick in, and pump a few times, then pull out and cum on me. They weren’t interested in me being on top. And—and the way you look at my breasts—at my tits—it makes me want to show off for you.”

“That sounds wonderful, sexy girl,” I tell her. Sierra beams. “And your boyfriends were terminal idiots. May I ask you something?”

“What, baby?” From her expression, using the endearment feels very daring to Sierra. It’s adorable.

“If you want to show off for me, would you let me film you?” I ask. “I’ve already taken the pictures, so it wouldn’t be that much more; and I promise I won’t show anything to anyone else.”

Sierra takes a deep breath, gathering her courage, and nods. I put the rig back on, glad I reflexively grabbed it when we left the kitchen. I lie down on my back and say, “Ride me, baby girl.” With a look of deep concentration on her face, she swings herself across my hips and feeds my thick rod into her snug little pink hole. Her big titties hang down temptingly, but I restrain myself for the moment.

Sierra moves up and down a little on me, getting comfortable with the position; then, to my surprise, she drops, impaling herself to the root on my steel-hard spike.

I bottom out in her, stretching her anterior fornix around my knob. Sierra looks at me with an expression of astonished joy. “Fuck,” she breathes. “That feels outstanding.”

She starts bouncing on my cock, moaning and mewling and gasping in pleasure. “I love this cock,” Sierra breathes. “I feel so full—my pussy feels so right . . . this is how it’s supposed to be . . . it’s so good . . . it’s perfect . . .”

“Perfect—just like your big titties,” I say huskily. I reach up and grab one; I slip the other hand into Sierra’s slick pink twat to rub her clit. She moans in pleasure. I caress her heavy mound all over. I knead its springy flesh and pinch its thick pink point between my knuckles. I pinch her joystick lightly between two fingers. I rub it up and down and rub circles over the tip.

“This is so good,” Sierra moans. “Your cock in my pussy . . . your hands on my body . . . touch me—touch me more—I need your hands on me . . . you fuck me so good—you’re setting me on fire . . . so fucking good . . .”

I reach across and grab Sierra’s other tit. “Squeeze it, baby,” she moans. “That feels good—I like that . . .” I grip it hard, massaging it and rolling it in my fingers. She moans again and rides me faster and harder.

Sierra keeps speeding up until she’s slamming herself up and down on my shaft. She also starts undulating her body. Between the two, it makes it hard to keep my hands on her, so I drop them and let her take her wild ride on my dick. “Cum for me,” she gasps. “Cum inside me. Cum in my hungry little pussy. Let me feel you cum. Let me feel your heat. Cum deep inside me—cum hard. I need to feel you. I need it. Please, baby, I need it.”

“Your wish—” I grunt. “I’m—cumming!” I arch my back and roar as my balls erupt, firing great gouts of cum deep in Sierra’s hot body. When she feels it, she arches her back with a shriek as her climax erupts to answer mine.

Sierra grinds herself against me, then falls forward. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight as our bodies tremble and quake as one.