It was already eleven at night, and I was starting to feel it. Sex I ouldn’t complain, it felt great. He stopped kissing me temporarily as he concentrated on the feeling of his cock. I could tell he was tired, and I was too, but I wasn’t the one holding a 116 lb. I go team penning every Friday and Tuesday with my trainer and horse, and Marcus is currently giving me tips on how to stay on the horse while tryng to cut a #4 calf. I caught a glance of him staring at my 34D breasts and wrapped both of my arms around myself. He moaned quietly, almost as if to not startle the horses. I sucked and sucked, swishing my tounge around his very happy cock over and over again. I lapped up what was around my face like a dog and looked up at his face. He was smiling with approval, and glanced at the clock. My, isn’t he forward! He stopped kissing me temporarily as he concentrated on the feeling of his cock. I lowered my self down onto him, feeling his cock against my warm, wet pussy.
