“Yeah, yeah, I know! Seven Hells, man, I get your point!” the wench scoffed as she pushed back eagerly at the knight.“Why do you want to get fuc...ed by a stranger so much?” Davos asked her now.“I’d rather not say. Just poke me good, old man!” the lass insisted, thrusting her bottom back at him to urge him onward.“I’m doin’ my best, but being old, I have my limits,” Davos warned her.“Liar ... you’re not that bad, you old bastard! Probably a smuggler, sellsword, or assassin. Or maybe just a common. She felt certain that in the dark, Dick would not be able to tell her ass from one of the other female Boy Scouts and that he would most likely remember it as humping a fellow female Boy Scout his own age rather than screwing the soaking wet and ready Scoutmaster doggy style from behind.She could anticipate the muscular boy mauling her ass cheeks like she was one of his cheerleading chums from high school or possibly his best friend’s older sister with the tits of a full grown woman. The feel. "Mom...are you sure this was all they had?" Jennifer barely heard her son. Her eyes were glued on the fantastic slab of meat on display before her. She couldn't look away. Suddenly she felt thirsty. Suddenly she needed a drink. There was a wetness growing between her legs and she could almost feel the lips of her pussy spread invitingly. "Mom?" "What? Wh...what is it honey?" "Are you sure this was all they had? Where did you buy these things anyway?" Jessica forced herself to look away. It was. She felt like it was driving her insane. Light faded and she sank onto the grass with her eyes rolling back, as ultimately Brindle ripped himself free, his cock still completely hard and still spurting. Seeing that cock, one of the female onlookers almost fainted, and had to be supported by her companion. Chloe's tummy appeared swollen with the load of canine semen and sperm it contained. If Rusty ritually mounted her one last time, she wasn't conscious to feel it.She finally came out of her.