Clint broke out into gooseflesh, and a chill raced up his spine upon hearing the staccato, high-pitched – for an owl – sound of the Boreal’s cal.... For the first time, it wasn’t a rumor, or a distant, questionable tease from far away. It was distinct, unmistakable, and thrilling. He managed to home in on the sound before it faded away, and stalked toward it with purpose.Along the way, he pulled out his recorder, hit record, and prayed the owl would call again. Come on. Come on, he thought. Her suction reached down into my pussy, touching two aching points inside of me.My ovaries.“Deidre!” I squealed at the top of my voice. “Oh, my god, that’s amazing. You’re sucking my futa-dick.” “She is,” moaned Lana. “Ooh, I love sucking Cassie’s.”“Me, too,” groaned Rosa. “Damn, Keily, your cock looks so huge on you.”“She’s so tiny.”I just moaned, shuddering on the desk, my pigtails swaying behind me. My sister sucked and bobbed her mouth. She loved my cock. Her blue eyes stared up at me,. Had anyone come up or down thestairwell they would have been greeted with the following sight:A large muscular man embracing a petite businesswoman, bracing her upoff the floor and against the cold brick wall, her arms locked inembrace around his bull neck whilst her legs were locked around hiswaist to help support her weight. Her painted toenails peeking throughpatent leather black high-heeled sandals, her sleek legs sheathed inladdered, diaphanous sheer black nylons, with dark reinforced. What do you want, babe? Ron asked, already anticipating her reply. He pulled back. Carol looked over her shoulder, a wild look in her eyes. Fuck me, Ron. Take me! she cried. That was all the encouragement he needed. Ron grabbed her hips and began to move harder and faster. In and out, harder and faster, long firm strokes moving the length of her tunnel. Ron was done being soft and gentle. He held her tightly as he performed his piston-like movements. Harder, faster, grunting with each push..