Her pussy was loosened as much as it could be, and slicked with my spit. But nothing could’ve prepared such a tiny hole for such a vicious first time. I treat debra like I would one of my experienced other women, testing her limits as if she were a new car I was considering buying. A farm animal I was sizing up for its meat. Her walls contract on my bozz shaft with extreme pressure, not knowing what to do with this new feeling. I smile, nuzzling foxmag cheek up against a leg next to me, which wiggles adorably around up in the air.
I pull my hips back and look down to see my shaft coated in delicious blood, profusely dripping from her compax hole. Spurred by my monstrous thirst, I lift her legs higher, forcing her little crotch to raise to my face. And I shove my mouth in, lapping and sucking at the wonderful nectar. Milana fox starts spasming, face starting to turn a bit blue from the rope hanging her.