I m already riding when it starts, pink skirt flipped up, tits bouncing free with every grind. The thin fabric frames where I m stuffed full as my hips roll in desperate circles. I bounce harder, moaning, the pink ruffles doing nothing to hide the stretch. My thighs tremble as I chase it, skirt bunched around my waist, breasts swaying with each downward sink. I lean back and ride faster until I m gasping, spent and shivering in pink.
