Even when he held her head down, it only made her tingle more. Trixie started bouncing on her hand, feeling her cunny throb in pleasure as Santa fucke... her face. Looking up at him all the while.Jeremy grunted, thrust forward into her throat once more then quickly pulled himself out. One hand stroking his shaft as fast as he could, the other holding onto a pigtail as he aimed for that open eager mouth. Trixie sat there, panting and drooling from both her mouth and her pussy waiting for Santa’s. Everyone almost made it.The water crashed into the far bank and circled the bend coming across and catching the hand who was riding drag and twenty cows in the current. The cows went over like ten pins, one hitting the cowhand's horse and knocking it off its feet. Those ahead had no idea this was happening. The majority of the herd made the high ground and now heads were being counted.Two men were missing. One named Johnny Oats was the drag man that day and a kid by the name of, Keith Brannigan. They put down their weapons and came up to the cave entrance. Jean came out with JJ slung over her back and Angie climbed out of the garden. I dropped to the ground after I saw the weapons go down, and walked up to the man. "Hi, I'm Jimmy Winslow." I stuck out my hand and he shook it while introducing himself.He looked around at the boat with its large ballista on the deck, the piles of firewood, the garden with its wall, and the steps going up to the cave entrance. "I'm impressed with how much. She opened her mouth and he stepped forward sliding his cock into it. Staring into his pubic hair, she felt him grabbing the straps and buckling them around the back of her head. Each time he buckled a strap, it forced his cock ever deeper into her mouth. He continued to buckle straps, forcing his cock all the way to the back of her mouth, making her gag. He buckled the last few straps forcing his cock down her throat, at which she started bucking involuntarily."Calm down, bitch!" he scolded.