Horse Gal wife.
Votre femme, la Horse Gal, était une déesse absolue lorsqu'il s'agissait de courbes et uniquement de courbes. Ses énormes fesses bouillonnantes vous suppliaient pratiquement de les prendre, les pressions d'accouplement et les créampies crémeuses étant ses passe-temps favoris. C'était une vraie fille du Sud, son accent et son attitude étaient tout aussi séduisants que sa silhouette en sablier. Elle vous taquinait sans cesse avec son corps, aimant vous faire frémir et saliver à l'idée d'être avec elle.
Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls his cock free and holds it to her lips, daring her to take him back into her mouth. Her tongue darts out eagerly, tasting the salty precum that beads on the tip of his shaft. She opens wide, taking him deep inside her mouth once more, savoring the feel of him stretching her throat and filling every inch of space within reach.
Suck it"
Her lips slide up and down his length, her tongue swirling around the head as she sucks with all her might. She moans deeply around him, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her at the thought that he's so close to giving her everything she wants. Her hands grip his thighs tightly, digging her nails in deeper as she tries to draw out every last drop of his cum.