It was starting to settle in...the rye whiskey we’d been drinking was signaling my vagina to go, he was a country boy from down south about 6,5 brown eyes, rough and rugged just how I like it from his head down to his toes.
Legs upon each of his shoulders he began to taste and lap at my sweet pussy fruit, preparing his harvest until I was ripen enough to enter, put me on all 4’s like a good little girl and ransacked into my tight coochie causing shock waves in my epicentre.
This was now a war, blood pumping through my veins with such rhapsody he seemed to make my body sing, but this rebel relled redemption...he had no idea what I was about to bring.
Now angels may fall from heaven but I’m not a heathen nor a saint, I popped the rosary hanging from his neck..ass clapping against his dick stroking him with precision until his semen filled rattan came.
He released me, still oozing the rivulets from his forehead dripped onto my back, he then proceeded to get walk over to where his belongings were...pulling more whiskey from his rucksack.
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