Suddenly, Taylor was lifting her mouth from his d**k.
"I want to f**k," she stated, unbuttoning her skirt. Ben reached up to help her.
She brushed his hands away. "I'm going to ride your d**k, just stay in your seat," she instructed, letting her skirt fall to the floor.
She carefully stepped out of it and stepped up so she was straddling Ben, facing him with her thighs outside of his. Ben's hands latched on to her breasts as soon as she brought them within his reach.
Ben held and squeezed her soft t**s while Taylor reached between her legs and aligned his aching c**k to her hungry, sopping-wet p***y. She sunk her hips and felt his c**k head wedge into her opening. She wanted to throw her body down on him, but when she felt his wide head stretch her labia just to get inside of her, she
