The constant slurping noises combined with the rough kneading of her balls were getting Bayonetta close to the edge. His arms and legs were now pulled straight down the sides of the bondage horse. Then, he almost made a mistake. “Wakey wakey my succulent little slut! “TASTE YOUR ASS, WHORE!” Jeanne yelled as all eighteen inches of her musty phallus plunged down his throat. The pain and feeling of fullness were so great that James could see red streaks around his peripheral vision. “How many climaxes did it take you to fill that thing?” asked Jeanne. After several long minutes of persistent insertion, Jeanne’s hips finally met James’ ass and her enormous ball sack collided with his soft penis and much smaller scrotum. I never said we were done. She walked into the main room, set some things on the floor and moved to one of the windows. Jeanne, also, regained her steady ass fucking pace as her climax ebbed.
