“Thanks for dusting that cow,” I say as I ease over to him. We’re near the shore, in the shallows where a man can lie on the river bottom, water just covering him.
“Can’t have you laid up,” Jack returns.
Much as I try, I can’t keep my eyes off him, and as he lies in the water, his dick comes up, breaking the surface like some fence post. It’s a glorious sight and he doesn’t seem to care at being seen. My own dick finds this encouraging and stiffens, so I get a hand on it, stroking a bit as I gaze upon Jack in all his promise.
Finally, I can stand it no longer and take hold of his dick. “How about putting this thing to use?”
I don’t wait for an answer. I stand, straddle him, and ease down. I commence to ride my man, hands on his shoulders as he thrusts into me.