Horse and Ruth - Sex Stories

Horse and Ruth

... mouths find mouths again. Full circle. Ruth is blushed all over, and this sturdy wooden table is the finest bed that any lovers ever had. My cock is poised at her opening, kissing it, as our tongues tease each other, too. “He told me to violate you.” I say. She frowns. Nods. “Sounds like him.” She rocks her hips up at me, stirs at my tip. “Maybe we should be more careful. He might come back?” She says. I shake my head, slip a little inside. “He’s gone,” I say, then slide deep. Her eyes widen and ignite into a fever that makes me smile. I pull out, and push back in. “Gone? Where?” She mutters. “Hell,” I say, pulling and pushing. Deep. Hard. “Oh…” Ruth’s eyes squeeze shut. She wraps her arms, tight, around my neck, and grips her legs about my waist. “Please,” she says, “Please… don’t… stop…”