Layla, a woman with curves that could make a saint sin, had been teasing Dylan all evening. Her husband, a man built like a god with a cock to match, had been trying to keep his cool, but Layla was determined to push him to his limits. She had been talking about role-playing, and tonight, she had decided they would play adult Horsie.
They stripped down, their clothes discarded in a heap on the floor. Dylan sat on the couch, his massive cock already twitching with anticipation. Layla, her body glowing in the soft light, straddled his lap, her hot ass pressing against his length. She began to grind, her movements slow and deliberate, driving Dylan wild.
"Layla," Dylan groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "You're killing me."
Layla laughed, a sultry sound that sent shivers down Dylan's spine. "That's the idea, baby," she purred, grinding harder. She could feel his cock pulsing against her ass, and it only turned her on more.
Dylan's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. Layla moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. She continued to grind, her pussy getting wetter by the second.
Suddenly, Layla stood up, turning around to face Dylan. She lowered herself onto his lap again, this time facing him. She reached down, gripping his cock and positioning it at her entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, both of them moaning as he filled her completely.
"Fuck," Layla panted, beginning to ride him. "Your cock feels so good."
Dylan's hands gripped her hips, helping her move, his eyes never leaving hers. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, and it was all he could do not to explode right then and there.
Layla leaned in, her lips capturing his in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, mimicking the movements of their bodies. Dylan's hands moved to her ass, squeezing and kneading it, his fingers dipping lower to tease her tight hole.
Layla pulled back, her eyes wild. "Dylan," she panted. "Take my ass."
Dylan's eyes darkened with lust. He nodded, and Layla stood up, turning around again. She bent over, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with her juices. Dylan positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her tight hole.
He entered her slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. Layla moaned, her head falling forward, her hair cascading around her. Dylan began to move, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock fucking her hard and deep.
Layla reached between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. She began to rub, her moans growing louder, her body trembling. Dylan's hands gripped her hips, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. He could feel his orgasm building, but he was determined to make Layla come first.
"Come for me baby," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust. "Come all over my cock."
Layla's body tensed, her breath hitching. She cried out, her pussy clenching, her body shaking as her orgasm ripped through her. Dylan groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot cum filling her ass.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies trembling, their breaths ragged. Then, slowly, Dylan pulled out, Layla collapsing onto the couch, her body spent.
Dylan lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her, a soft, gentle kiss, a stark contrast to the wild, passionate fucking they had just shared.
Layla laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Well, that was one hell of a ride," she said, her voice husky.
Dylan grinned, his hand cupping her breast. "You can say that again," he said. "But you know what they say, Horsie is always hungry."
Layla raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Is that so?" she said. "Well, I guess we'll just have to feed it then, won't we?"
And with that, she rolled on top of him, her body ready for round two.