Chapter 383 - The Meeting

"Fuck! That's it… grip me… milk my cock with that greedy hole," he snarled, already pulling back only to slam home again, deeper, harder. The wet, filthy slap of his balls against her dripping cunt lips punctuated every thrust. His hand on her tit kneaded brutally, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh, feeling the liquid heat of her milk surge against his palm. Her other tit swung wildly beneath her, a heavy, jiggling pendulum of flesh with every brutal snap of his hips, the nipple dragging through crushed blossoms, leaving trails of sticky milk and cum. The sight alone threatened to make him blow her perfect ass, swallowing his cock, her tits bouncing obscenely, her cunt weeping slickness onto the dark soil.