"Ride me," he commanded, his voice a hot whisper in her ear.
Patricia's legs were shaking too much. "I-I can't."
"You can," he said, his hands gripping her hips. "Move that perfect ass. Up and down. Fuck yourself on my cock while I play with these perfect tits."
He helped her, his strong hands guiding her movements. Lifting her up, then pulling her down. Slowly at first, letting her get used to the angle, to the feeling of controlling the depth and speed. Then he let go.
And she rode him.
It was awkward at first, her muscles screaming in protest. But then she found a rhythm. A slow bounce, rising up until just the head was inside, then sliding back down, taking his entire impossible length.
She watched herself in the mirror—watched this unknown woman, this wild, sexual creature, bouncing on a massive cock, her body marked and sweaty, her face a mask of desperate pleasure.
That was her.
