Vixen Stories
The two exchanged kisses, tongue after tongue, lips after lips, just to taste me juices.
“I want to fuck her alone, Mr. President. May I?”
Roscoe raised an eyebrow. For a moment, I thought he would disagree. But then he nodded.
That was the only thing Mortel was waiting for. He carried me then dropped me on the soft small bed we have in this tent.
He hooked one of my legs and the other was on his waist. My eyes were on his huge cock, making its way towards my entrance.
Roscoe was still bigger than Mortel but Mortel’s cock is a little bit fat and there were some veins on its body. He spat saliva on his cock then stroked it.