“One more,” she moaned, as he inserted a third digit up the sluts dripping cunt. Rodger seeing how she enjoyed it stuffed a second finger in
alongside the first. Sex They, too, glistened; the
fringe of fine hair that covered them no longer pale blond, but
brown and damp, brown and plastered to the pouting lips. Trish reveled in the heat of the moment as he literally painted
her with his cum, using the velvety tip of his cock like a
palette knife to paint the sweet canvas of her face. The keen scent of pussy acted as
smelling salts on him, bringing him out of his surprised stupor. “This big?” She held her
thumb and forefinger three inches apart and waved them under his
nose. He half rose out of the chair to come after her. Every time his mound bumped hers, a spark would blossom in her
loins, a spark that would flicker and then fade. Up and down. She wallowed in his cock, rubbing the big hot knob, the sticky spunk,
his excited trill bundle all over her face and neck, inundating
herself with his raw male musk, with his seething smegma.
