After teasing Guy by slipping out of my swimsuit right in front of him, the game was officially on. He grabbed hold of my cock and led me straight to the bedroom. The moment his big dick was in my face, I went to work sucking him, trying my best to deep-throat every inch, though I kept gagging on his size.
Guy stretched out on the bed and pulled me on top to ride him cowboy style. I mounted his long member and started moaning as I bounced up and down, folding my legs beneath me so my feet could tickle his heavy balls with every stroke. What makes Guy's cock so special is its shape: when he's fully erect, it curves slightly upward, and he knows exactly how to work that curve to drive his partners wild.
As I rode him, the head of his dick kept nailing every button inside my hole, hitting my second sphincter again and again until my whole body started trembling with a full-body orgasm. When I finally opened my eyes, he was wearing that signature shit-eating grin: he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Then it happened again. And again. I could hear myself moaning and squealing out of control.
I spun around into reverse cowboy and let him pound me deep, long-dicking me with every thrust. Soon he shifted me into a sidesaddle position, folding me up into a fetal curl while he held me tight, in complete control, fucking up into me and pushing me back down onto his cock. Between thrusts we kissed, pulled apart, and I kept groaning and squealing.
Our fucking kept building in intensity until he told me he was close. He pistoned faster and faster until he finally unleashed a geyser of cum deep inside me, flooding my hole. It's a damn good thing we both have strong hearts, or we might not have survived to tell the story. I can't wait to climb back on the 'Guy train' for another cowboy ride anytime he wants me.



















