The big bull-8

“Fuck yeah,” he beamed, “come on boy ride it!”

I struggled, but I started writhing my body so that I could move his cock around inside of me. I leaned forward a bit and managed to get my ass up his shaft a bit and then I pushed back down and sat on it. Then again, I moved this way and rode him like this.

He bucked himself up into me and I pitched forward, grabbing onto his sweat shined chest for support. I desperately slammed myself up and down on his cock, with the size of his body; it was like I was riding an actual huge bull. He pulled me farther forward and would jack-hammer his cock into me a few more times. Then I would gyrate myself to meet his crashes as our flesh would collide together.

With the last of my cum drained from me, we were both still in a euphoric state. Bull laughed in a low rumble as I was letting the shock subside from me. He then pulled his cock out from me and said, “I want your fag cum to mix with my almighty seed, so that I totally own all of you.”

My eyes opened wide, as he delicately spread my ample creamy white load onto his still hard cock. Then he pushed me back up and shoved his cock back inside of me. He used my cum as lube and slammed it a couple of times, so that my cum also reached the deepest point it could.