Mounted from behind

Something is so seductive about my breasts hanging and slapping together when I'm mounted from behind. My earrings dangle and slap my cheeks as his body moves to mount mine. A seductively sweet pantheon of pleasure as hips are grabbed and nylon clad legs are separated so he can crawl between them and push maleness into my hormone enhanced womanly behind. He has to go slow at first, pushing into me a little at a time, withdrawing slightly and pushing back in, but soon his male hair is pressed against my plump backside and his balls begin to bounce against me.
It's then that yelps of pain become gasps of pure delight. When I beg to have him plunging deeper into me. My body tends to take on a sweat at this point, pushing my perfume out. It fills whatever room I'm in. I lick my lips, adoring my lipsticks subtle flavor. Puffing on my cigarette if I've already lit one, as it tends to taste so good during sex.
Truth is I'm waiting for that day when my doctor tells me it's time, you can now allow a man to take your vagina. On that day I'll never use my ass again, only my hairless little pussy will be for a man's dick.