Delectabledeviants:

ridingwild:

she longed for those nights

when she became his little fuck pony

his fists in her maned reins

his bucking hips driving that hot spike

over and over into her back sopping wall

and every now and then, he’d drop one side

and spur her on with a hot hand

on her galloping arched flanks

this kind of fucking she could wallow in

ten times a day

ridingwild:

there was nothing more heat inducing

than the feeling of his full broad length blanketing her

as his full girth and length savaged her swallowing hips

she felt completely loved

and protected by her man

while being ravenously fucked

by the wild animal within him

sexylittlethings:

(via keule)

ridingwild:

she knelt in sweet obeisance

anticipating his every wish

before he knew it himself

in her sweet thigh highs

her hair braided to offer as reining holds

and the set of beads about her neck

so easily slicked and slipped into her taut pretty bottom

he would never know it was what she truly hungered for

she knew just how to make him think

every burning fever came from his lustful heart

easilyaroused:

To sleep: perchance to dream.

Exactly:

  somethingsomewhatclever:

It’s beyond exceptionally rare for me to post a video.  But this one? 

My fucking gods, I want to see so much more of those two…

Sigh…

lingerie-love:

Layna Laurel

ridingwild:

she had heard them before, again and again

and the sounds they made were the stuff of wet dreams

and one night, when she could stand no more

she slipped into very little and peered through the portal

feeling her nipples rise, her clit swell and glisten

and when she saw the feverish woman

riding him in a pleading reverse arch

she bit her lips, swallowed hard

and slipped into the humid darkness

like the timid but starving wet wildcat she was