THE BASTARD SON OF THE VIKINGS
On to the fourth, a dark-skinned Adonis with dreadlocks tied back, his body oiled and gleaming, cock a monstrous slab hanging low.
Lucia traced the ridges of his eight-pack, dipping her fingers into his navel, then lower to fondle the heavy sack, lifting it as if weighing gold.
She stroked his foreskin up and down, exposing the glistening head, and pinched the tip of his cock tightly, making him buck his hips.
Turning him, she bit his shoulder blade while grinding her palm against his ass crack, feeling the heat radiate.
The fifth, with stormy gray eyes and a bull neck, stood rigid as she explored his pecs, twisting his nipples until they reddened.
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