He came riding down on my ass like a cowboy down to his last two-dollar rope and staying on this bull the difference between eating and the hungry blues, except that he was riding me a lot longer than ten seconds. I lay hunched under him, on the cheap motel bed, smelling the smell of a thousand cheap fucks and lonely hand jobs, trying not to cry out at the feel of his cock as he plowed me to his full eight inches. His balls were slapping the crack of my ass, his belly sucking wet as he rode back up until the head of his prick was stopped suddenly by the rubber band of my asshole; there was an instant’s pause as his sweat-slippery hands held onto my rib cage, his thumbs squeezing in at the sides of my lungs, then he rode down again, bottoming out so deep in my intestines that it felt as though the head of ms cock was ripping me apart.