I eased my creamy coochie up and down his concrete cock, rolling and twisting my hips just to let him know that I was now in charge. I was taking it nice and slow.

It was the only way I had any hopes of managing the mighty anaconda that was hunting its pussy prey. I wove circles around his pecker as I glided side to side and back and forth. He tried to take control again but I wasn't having it.

I grabbed his hands and put them back on my tits where they belonged. He played with ...