“Still ok?”
“Yeah, it feels like a log in my ass; but, thanks, I’m doin’ fine!”
Log man’s hands moved to her hips and he continued sliding in-and-out and, after a few withdrawals and re-entries, mounted a rhythm that almost shook the t**s off her chest. Sappho had her work cut-out to stop her knees buckling, and stay still long-enough for him to ream her bum-hole like she’d never had an ass-f**k before. Her mind shifted from the spangling going on in her tunnel to focusing on staying upright and not pooping this event.
After almost an hour, he whispered into her ear; “Baby, I’m gonna blow; are you ready to take me?”
“Yeah,” she gasped, “I’m ready, let me have it!”
At that, she felt the prophylactic expand; a momentary increase in pressure flushed warmth onto her insides where the
