August Ames Desires The New And Exciting Experience With Brooke Wylde

I looked down at my pants and saw that they were covered in shit and horse cum. Joe pushed again. I wanted to drag her off of that table and get her the fuck out of there, but I didn’t. It didn’t look that big as horses go but it was definitely larger than a pony, yet smaller than a race horse. So I continued to film the debauchery before me. As I entered the house Dave was sitting at the table drinking a beer. “You know,” he said, getting into my face. All of us were pushing cotton, as Shannon would often say, of men who had boners inside of their pants. She ate three sandwiches and two beers. It was so intimate that I was embarrassed filming it.