The big bull-7

I pummeled myself onto him in a frenzy and I extended my body backwards. I slammed my sore ass down onto his cock and clamped it a little each time. Sweat poured from both of us. I was utterly exhausted, but I had to keep going. I must ride him. I have no choice. This is what I was meant for; to be Big Bull’s slave, to get fucked by him.

“Baby, here we go, you’re now gonna feel my power,” he said, as he bounced me a few times on him. I then felt myself falling backwards and we both hit the bed, him crashing on top of me, his cock withdrawing from my ass. The wind was knocked out of me as I now had 323 pounds of man on me. His bed covers were soaked with sweat already. But now I had tons of drenched man flesh completely engulfing me. His wide waist forced my legs apart even more; he snarled and growled as he pinned me down. We were both utterly in heaven; grinding my limp body under his, basically swallowing me up whole in his hot bulky mass. His hard sticky cock pressed mine down as he dominated me. I basked in him as he was in his glory and submitted to his weight as all of the pores of my skin were invaded by his fleshy muscular vastness.