Page 22 of Falling in Love with Two

I knew it looked good covered in denim when we were in the bar.

It got even better when I saw it without the jeans.

But absolutely nothing compares to watching it bounce on my cock.

I prop a pillow behind my head to get the best view possible. Her big ass jiggles with every single movement.

“Fucking perfect,” I growl while squeezing each cheek.

“Wouldn’t have guessed you’d be part of the Baby Got Back club.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? More to grab onto.”

Hearing her moans as I play with her cheeks, I take a chance and plant a firm smack on one of them.

It’s a fifty-fifty chance that it will go over well.

Some women love it. Some women hate it.

Leah seems to love it. The little smack sends her into overdrive, and she rides me with everything she’s got—or so I think.

Another slap gets her going even more.

She likes it rough.

And I’ll give it to her however she wants.

The way her pussy is squeezing my cock is a sure sign that she’s going to come again. And I’m going to be right behind her.

She rides me like she’s riding a bull at the rodeo, but it’s me who is struggling to hold on for dear life.

“Holy fuck, Dylan!” She screams.

“Yeah, beautiful. Let me hear it.”

Reaching up, I wrap her hair around my fist and give it a tug. Moments later, she’s coming one more time, and I follow her over the edge. I fill the condom for what feels like forever.

Leah bounces on me a couple more times before collapsing in a heap next to me.

“Holy shit, dude,” she says through ragged breaths. “I didn’t think you had that in you.”

“Oh, I knew you had that in you,” I laugh.

I stand up to go throw away the condom. “Be right back. I’ll grab us some water too.”

“Sounds good,” she says, snuggling up under the blankets.

I hurry to get back to her, knowing that she’s about to fall asleep at any second, and that she should probably have some water before that happens. We’ll both be hurting enough in the morning as it is.

When I get back, she lifts her head to look at me with a sleepy smile.

“Doing okay, gorgeous?” I ask, climbing in next to her.

“Are you kidding? Four orgasms. I’m fucking fantastic.”

I laugh. “Good to hear.”

“You weren’t lying about that tongue,” she says.

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