It was a way the teen farmboy had gone many times before. Indian sex “What’s your name?”
“Tommy. It went right back to its intense rhythmic slurps and she grinded right back, hips gyrating on the table. What’s yours?”
“Bette.”
She got up on the picnic table to get a better look and nodded at the robust young farmboy on the other side of the fence. His cock had never been so hard in his whole life, it felt like it could explode in his jeans any moment! His cock had never been so hard in his whole life, it felt like it could explode in his jeans any moment! A small puddle of pussy juice mixed with dog saliva had formed on the wood between her legs. The boy couldn’t help but admire these two beautiful animals cavorting on this beautiful spring day in the sun-dappled woods — he knew he had to be a part of it somehow. The boy watched her toes curl and her back arch against the table and knew she was orgasming too, gasping and moaning.
