The needy flesh of his unrelieved manhood swelled, too, for although he loved Samantha beyond measure, she was also a buxom blonde animal, a s****l beast made to be ogled and manhandled, mounted like the slut that she was, covered with straining, hairy masculinity and simply used. Yes, her big titties joggled and pinched and sucked, her legs thrown wide to expose the spongy pink nest between, simply f****d, on and on and on until, exhausted and sweaty and breathless, the groaning thing could not take another stroke, and she lay there smiling and dreamily fulfilled, thick-lipped and open and dripping with the promiscuously comingled jism of her many, many welcome ravishers. That was what she was made for. She knew it. He knew it. And now all his friends knew it. Blinking, Tom swallowed at t
