She always loved it when he did this kind of thing to her.
And when she found him this afternoon, a little tipsy from his game time beers, she decided this was her window of obscene opportunity.
She disappeared just long enough to hide the lubed strap-on under her wrap skirt, and when she returned, he soon found himself, face down, ass up, with his jeans at half-mast.
She gave him the ass ride of his life that day, and nothing made her happier than seeing how hard he came into his own denims.
She leaned in and said lustily, “I told you that you’d love having your ass reamed, didn’t I, Mr Scaredy Cat. We’re gonna do this way more often, cuz, baby, this ass of yours, is now mine.”
All he could do was moan…