Alas, no more illustrative term applied to what I gleefully found between Julie's legs.Julie was blond and had yellow pussy hair to match. Her triang...lar bush was akin to a lion's mane, and her labia minora were as intimidating as the mouth of a lion but in a beautiful, almost challenging way. They were a delicious bubble gum pink and just so strong looking. They jutted out from her middle in two thick semi-circles. They were never in a state of rest, always standing at attention, her. He neither needed nor wanted the added complexity (and inherent laws!) of owning a commercial winery.Not that he couldn't, or wouldn't make wine. Tucked in a corner of the property, cut off by a small rise, were two acres of Zin vines planted somewhere around the early 1890s and just under an acre of Alicante Bouschet, much younger at forty years of age. In an ancient redwood vat in the barn he would make wine of various mixes of the two grapes depending on the relative productivity of the two. He slipped into Rayven’s waiting pussy and thrust deeply into the hot little devil, holding her tail for leverage, as she pumped into Annabelle.Rayven glanced back over her shoulder and gave a sly grin. One that Mark reciprocated.Mark pulled out of Rayven and positioned himself at Annabelle’s pussy, beside Rayven’s cock and slid in.Annabelle moaned as her pussy stretched around both cocks, but was soon screaming in orgasm as both cocks pumped in and out of her pussy.Soon Rayven moaned as she. She tried not to listen to Chase's phone conversation but it sounded like he was talking to a woman, maybe he was married. If that was the case then why would he want me to cook dinner for him? Of course it was only dinner; it wasn't like he was proposing marriage. Jae drifted off into her thoughts as she automatically stirred the noodles and continued to cook.Chase stood and listened to his sister, Candy; chatter away on the phone as he stared at Jae. She was so cute, pert little nose with.