“What are you doing?” I asked. “What does it look like?” Holding my cock steady, he eased himself down onto it with a series of gasps and groans. “Oh, fuck. Graeme.” I bit my lip, gripping his waist. It was just as amazing as before. Maybe more so with the help of gravity, ensuring he sank all the way down. “I thought you didn’t ride?” “Horses, you idiot.” He swiveled his hips once before rocking them in a smooth, steady pace.
