“Service is limited at this restaurant,” Janie intoned pompously. I pulled my softening prick out of her spasming asshole and collapsed on my back. Indian sex God, I loved her tangy, musky flavor! “I think her leg is broken. Just be gentle, I’ve never done it before.”
“Are you sure, honey?” I asked, though I was pretty psyched to be the first to travel her hershey highway. Joelle began stroking her pubic hair, combing the tangles with her fingers, and caressing the tan mound beneath lightly. “Is that a goat?”
“Yeah,” I replied, wiping my streaming face with my shirt, which now smelled like goat, unfortunately. Her grunts were becoming long, throaty moans as her fingers flew across her erect clit. As Stu scouted a way down during a particularly steep section, we heard him cry out in surprise. With every thrust of mine into her tight tunnel, she grunted like an animal, the primitive sounds spurring me on and ratcheting up my arousal even more. Show me, baby!”
She laid back, eyes closed and chest heaving. I pulled my softening prick out of her spasming asshole and collapsed on my back. The sensation of ejaculation in her rectum must have sent her over the edge, for she began screaming in ecstasy yet again, shaking and almost sobbing in release as she brought herself to her own