Just the thought of Eva, naked, blues eyes alive with passion was enough to get my cock twitching and the images racing through my head of Eva writhin... below me as my dick pistoned in and out of her pussy was giving me a raging hard on. Keenly aware that I was traversing the main street of the town that was quite busy despite the relatively late hour I fought with all my might to deflate my very prominent erection. At half mast I began to relax.Eva was heavily immersed in the filming of Arsene. "Pedro says, "Is that all you're gonna do is watch?"She laughed and said, "What do you want me to do? Eat the cow's pussy? I wouldn't want to turn the poor animal into a lesbian." Maybe there'll be a bull for you," Pedro said. "He'd give you a fuck to remember."Bessie said, "The old Romans used to screw with bulls, didn't they? I heard that somewhere." You don't have to go back that far," I told her. "There are still women doing it today, believe it or not. Bulls--horses--you name it." No. Us ney mujhe goor ke dekha aur ek tapar mere gaal pe mara. Per mera haath jayse us ki chut ki under chala gaya tha. Usney mujhe ek aur thapar mara aur phir mujhe chumney lagi. Us ne mere neck me jayse hi chuma meney dusrey haath se us se choti aur tight gaadh pe ek keech ke thapar maara.Wo uchal gayi aur gaaliya karney lagi. Meny us ko apney aur kicha aur kas ke chumney laga. Aur wo anpney daaney mere seeney pe ragerney lagi aur mujh se lipat gayi. Meny usey apney bhaho me utha liya. wo abhi. Monica sat at the head of the bed in her robe with her legs crossed, still sipping the wine, watching the ads on the TV. She finished off her glass, leaned back on the headboard, and asked Bryce for more. He walked over and poured another glass for her. “Thank you, Sweetie,” she said, caressing his wrist with her fingertips while he poured, nearly causing him to spill it. He just smiled before bringing me a glass, then went over and sat in the chair on the other side of the bed with his own.