Taylor realized, without the photo, Dutton was probably worried for his job. “Ok. Indian sex She pressed it strongly inside the twitching piss hole itself and wiggled it teasingly inside the sensitive slit mouth. The rest of her life could be changed forever by what he did with it. “Would you like to see a REAL big cock? Sandy’s hungry gaze drifted to the patch of curly blond pussy hair hiding Taylor’s heated pussy. He reminded himself as he leant down and whispered in Sandra’s ear;
“Rub your pussy against his cock Sandy-britches!”
Sandra’s gaze was glued to Little Mack’s prick. She bucked on the floor, hips rotating, ass in the air, pussy grinding over and over again into the pony’s muzzle. Dutton’s cock was tormented in his denims as he watched the mind blowing action. The pony kept lunging at her, and she loved it. Her face twisted in bliss as her eyes rolled loosely in their sockets. Once inside. Sandra latched the door behind them. Her body was on fire. She sucked off the warm sticky fuck cream. “Lets wank it till he comes!” Taylor giggled wickedly.
