Chapter 8
“now we’re gonna judge how good you feel inside us.”
ella’s husky voice is the last thing i hear before the world narrows to nothing but heat and wet and soft girl flesh. she swings one thick thigh over my lap, her heavy dark udders swaying inches from my face, n*****s hard as pebbles. her p***y is already dripping, shiny strings of cream stretching from her swollen lips to my throbbing cockhead. she grabs my thick shaft with both hands, strokes it once slow and firm, then lines me up.
the first touch of her hot p***y lips against my tip makes me groan deep in my chest. she sinks down inch by torturous inch. the stretch is insane, her tight walls part around my girth like warm velvet, gripping every vein, every ridge, sucking me deeper. “uhhh… f**k… so big uncle jake…” she
