Saddled and Mounted
In Philadelphia yesterday I made him get on all fours. I mounted him with Glamazon saddled to my hips and I rode him. I stood on the bed and crouched over him, riding him like he was my v. own pony. I let that dildo grace his back up and down as I leaned forward and let my breasts tease him. Yes, this man was mine without having to force my way into his mouth or other cavities. I owned him through the sensuality of my touch and my movements. My whispered commands while he worked my flower over with his mouth. There was no mistaking it, whether he was on all fours or on his back, the skin on skin was a gentle reminder of who was in charge. He was mine for those moments and I feasted deliciously on all that I could over and over and over again.
your kinky courtesan xx
Gives a new meaning to ‘saddle sore’….at least for him!
it certainly keeps it interesting…at least for me.lol 😉
Yee-haw, girl! 😉