Thronos had barely recovered from the vision of her flawless a*s when she became to him, unleashing the full pressure of her beauty. At the sight, three things happened: He nearly fell out of the tree. His shaft shot so difficult so quickly that he grew dizzy. And he decided he’d deal with any hazard as it got here along. He’d acknowledged her breasts had been generous. Now he noticed they were perfection. Milk-white, a touch fuller at the bottom, topped with cherry-red n*****s. If he have been a fanciful male, he’d swear those peaks had been stiffening under his avid gaze. His member started out to throb. Her narrow waist flared to shapely hips. The black thatch of hair on her mons used to be a small, trimmed V. Her legs have been lengthy and lithe. He imagined them bent beside his hips a
