They looked like whiskers. “You think you’re a lioness. Some fierce, strong woman who has come to claim your right on this earth.” He told her,...“But really you’re nothing but a house cat, a kitten. Selfish, and needing nothing but a bit of attention, and a firm hand.” Ram stood, not bothering with the gag. She’d run herself horse again by the night, and then he’d run her all the more. “I don’t give a fuck what your name is, your story, or where you were headed when he found you.” He said,. Looking into my eyes, he asked if I was comfortable as he stroked me once more. I nodded as he got on top of me, pressing his hard thick tip to my anus. With care, he slid inside me, my head pressed back on the pillow.Slowly he made love to me, my hands reaching to his firm ass once more as he trusted. Kissing passionately, his arms spread either side. Luckily the rooms were soundproofed, we would break now and then but had no need to leave the room for refreshments. Hours passed as we had sex. And her ass was real popular. You ride my hijabi sister ass hard, using her hijab as a reign. Sometimes pushing it hard into the cushion to smother or simply bashing it into the sofa.Her ass is so sweet and soft, and it pleasures your cock like nothing else before. You continue to pound Jamilas ass, but you find yourself close to Cumming. You lean down and grab hold her soft boobs in your hands. And start riding harder, like you are a horse jockey trying to win a race. Jamila is wailing. Spilling out the sides and running off my chin towards my chest and soaking into my shirt. You lean forward and kiss me deeply; your tongue runs around the edge of my mouth and chin as you lick your own juices from my face. “My cum, tastes really sweet, “you whisper, “It would taste even better mixed with yours too.” I reply, gasping for breath. With that you stand up and disappear into the kitchen you return with a bowl of strawberries. Whilst you have been away, you have also removed your.