Hardbody Teenage Reverse Ride

I sink back onto the couch, my cock already hardening at the sight of her—tight little body in those ripped jeans, tank top riding up to show a sliver of skin. She smirks, knowing exactly what she’s doing, and shimmies out of her clothes like she’s got all the time in the world. But the second her fingers hook into my belt, hesitation vanishes. She yanks my jeans down, takes my cock in her hand—firm, deliberate—and lets out a low whistle. "Fuck, you weren’t joking," she murmurs, stroking me to full hardness. I grab her waist and flip her around before she can climb on. "Not like that." My voice is rough. "Reverse. I want to watch that ass bounce." She obeys without a word, straddling me backward, her perfect round cheeks spreading as she sinks down. The heat of her makes me groan—tight, wet, taking every inch like she was made for it. Her moans pitch higher as she starts to ride, arching her back, her fingers digging into my thighs. "That’s it," I growl, gripping her hips. "Fucking take it."

Her body tenses, thighs quivering as she slams down hard, taking me to the hilt with a sharp gasp. I can feel her clenching around me, that slick heat tightening in waves. Her moans hitch—higher, breathless—and then she lets out a strangled cry as her pussy spasms, gushing around my cock. The wetness drips down my shaft, soaking my thighs as she grinds deeper, riding out the rush. Her fingers claw at my legs, nails biting into skin, but she doesn’t slow down—if anything, she moves faster, fucking herself on me with desperate, messy strokes. I yank her back by the hips, driving up into her, and she nearly screams. "Again," I demand, my voice raw. She whimpers but obeys, body shuddering as another flood pulses out of her, hot and slick. The sound of it—her wetness, our skin slapping—fills the room. She collapses forward, braced on her hands, but I keep her impaled, fucking up into that dripping cunt until she’s gasping my name.

The moment I pull her off me, she’s already turning, knees sinking into the couch, ass arched high. Her pussy glistens, still pulsing from her last climax, and I drag my cock through the mess before slamming back inside. She chokes out a moan, thighs shaking, but I don’t give her a second to adjust. My grip locks around her hips, pulling her hard onto me with every thrust—deep, brutal, no rhythm but relentless. Her cunt squelches around my length, each stroke coaxing another rush of wetness. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” I grit out, watching her juices slick my shaft, her clit swollen and twitching. Her moans pitch higher with every snap of my hips, her fingers twisting in the cushions. She screams when the next wave hits—body bowing, thighs clamping around me as she gushes again, her pussy fluttering in frantic pulses. But I don’t stop. I fuck her through it, driving deeper, harder, until her sobs dissolve into gasps, her entire body wrecked and writhing beneath me. Nineteen minutes? I’ll ruin her before then.

Her thighs jerk violently as the first spurt hits—a hot, sudden gush that splatters against my thighs and the couch beneath us. Her cunt clenches like a vise, milking my cock as the next surge spills out in thick pulses, soaking my balls. She’s gasping like she can’t catch her breath, her entire body rigid, but I don’t let up. I slam into her harder, angling my hips to grind against that swollen spot inside her. Another flood erupts, splashing over my thrusting length, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. Her nails tear at the fabric beneath her, a ragged scream tearing from her throat. “That’s it,” I growl, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Let it all out.” She sobs as another jet of liquid spills free, her pussy clamping down in erratic spasms. I fuck her through every pulse, the wet slap of skin drowning out her whimpers. Her body’s shaking, oversensitive but still taking it, still dripping as I drive her toward the edge again. She won’t last nineteen minutes. Not like this.

Her next orgasm hits like a seizure—her back arching off the couch, a strangled cry ripping from her throat as she sprays another hot rush over my cock. Her pussy spasms wildly, clenching and fluttering in uneven bursts, but I don’t slow down. I dig my fingers into the curve of her ass, spreading her wider, driving into her with short, brutal strokes that force another gush from her trembling cunt. The slick heat of her coats my balls, drips down my thighs, the mess only making the slide filthier. “Gonna—fuck—*again*—” she gasps, voice shattered, and I chuckle darkly, grinding the thick head of my cock against that ruined spot inside her. “Do it,” I command, slamming home. Her scream is raw as she erupts—another desperate flood, another violent clamp of her cunt around me. Her legs give out, her chest hitting the couch, but I yank her hips back, burying myself to the hilt as she sobs into the cushions. The wet slap of skin fills the room, her body too wrecked to do anything but take it. She won’t remember her name by the time I’m done.