But then he’s all over her in a flash. Arms twist around legs, chests mash together, breathing accelerates. They change posture and positions to convert energy and advantage into maximum pleasure.

Like one contorted connected muscle, she swims upon his rod like a big resisting fish. Beach-break body surfing upon him, she is one long muscle distended and combined to compress his dick like a vice. The force, all at once her whole body, from fin to tail, her own tidal limits surrounded his surges. Convulsions kick lusting rainbows through their hyper-tuned bodies


She wrestles with her power, balance and stamina, on top or bottom, to keep just enough of him from entering within. She softly moans, more helpless and crumbling at about 8 inches. But after that, her strength is mostly able to keep his throbbing rod at bay.. …controlled, careful.

There is still enough of him remaining outside her vagina that he can put one of his large hands around the bottom of it, pointing it wherever he likes, his own penis piston pistol. He controls it and aims it like a sex sniper.

But then counterpunching her breasts like boxing gloves across his accepting face, in an assaulting slapping flurry, with her legs squeezing like a vice, she can ultimately control the session; easing down on him with her own rhythm. He suckles her nipples like an obedient puppy until soaking wet; they redden as she just smiles down approvingly.

* Turning away, she shakes her ass wildly with a wicked squirrel quiver…such a moving target; while he just tries to aim his big dick like a warm sensitive rifle and slam to its center. Pulse pushing his trigger, he’s trying to just capture it and slow it down some. But then the combat really begins:


Abnormal abs and impeccable pecs; muscles stretched across dark undulating sinews of taut flesh. Her thighs are already glistening with sweat. He loved massaging her responsive body parts, almost like electricity, they vibrate back into his large palms; all muscle, stretched across her only body fat spread roundly across her arching buttocks.

Normally he never especially liked dining out. But bivouacking down between her wet, flexing thighs, he is constantly amazed how pleasant it seems. Maybe it was because she told him she had grown up on a farm, cause as he hovers over her thin round bush, he gets aromas of wheat fields and damp hay bales. He is a busy honey bee penetrating a colorful petal. Every petaled muscle rustles and undulates like a rope above his peering eyes. He sinks his huge hands into her firm buttocks and plunges his mouth onto her labia. His tongue tweaks her clitoris upward with each withdrawal, and as it bounces, she would squeeze her rock legs around his head, only to relax them when he’d find the preferred softer pressure and force.


Tonight, her lips are especially pink, engorged and getting wetter. Bumble bee he begins lapping at their nectar slowly, as she moans each time he lightly lifts her labia button upward. Parting the pink folds of vulva he makes elliptical circles around her clitoris, building and teasing her desire toward an eventual hard penetration.

Her thin-hinged supple waist allows her to arch back into a limboed pretzel awaiting his eventual thrusts. Her concave, velvet torso undulates, swells, and subsides with each little ripple of ecstasy; ribcage heaving accentuated planks like the pounding prow of a lonely bateau ivre.

Bronzed sweat shining, her over generous breasts are sneaker waves, bounding upon his boner, ever stiffening. He loves this waiting to part her seas with his seamen. A milky droplet of life oozes out of the top of his penis before being massaged gently by her fingers in slow circles around its head. The under seam of his penis stretches and twitches wildly across her face and wide smile. Her favorite perversion is sucking his dick to its rock hard maximum, then smacking it across her flexing pecs until it hurt.


Force feeding his rigid cock as deep-throating as she’ll let him, she keeps one hand upon its base. Between entry he withdraws repeatedly, bludgeoning her lips, her mouth, her face. Down on her knees, he finds himself turned on to be fully in charge for a change. With his hands clutching the back of her head, he rides her face with its head up and down. Pulling it out suddenly, he grabs it from her and spanks her face sticky wet. Broadening her smile, and opening further, he’s softly slamming it to the back of her chocking throat. Partially withdrawing, she is able to close a vacuum slick suck up and down mechanically upon its head, until his loudly screaming load pulses, spasms, and is fully gulped and swallowed. Wiping her mouth and staring up at him with a supple, mischievous grin: “Good….. ?”