His cock rides inside me, iron hard and vein-broiled with slow stroking. I see the untamed heft of him reflecting from behind. His girth full grown, plump with the promise of good fucking.

His eyes are filled with wanting, aching for the snug of me, and parched from so many months of waiting.

His knuckles brush against the wet of me as he pulls my thong aside, gripping his cudgel and pressing firm.

We groan together as the soft staggering grip of my ripe sex splits open, stretching to the fit of him and finding the edge, as God intended, the truth so good when rubbed against our skin and bone.