Couples Hill II [R18]

A left hand squeezed the big boosty a*s. A right hand is exploring the peak mountain of her frontend region.

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AN: Hey! Heey?! Get your hands off there. That's the wrong hill to explore.

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He found the shoot-out n*pples. His right index finger and his thumbs circled around one of the treasures.

It was so soft. It's squishy and bounces back as if there were a spring placed at the bottom, which automatically pops it back.

His left hand squeezing the boosty a*s stopped. It engaged in another practice. It traced the hemp of her skirt linen, searching for something.

It moved in a frustrated manner, as if what it needed was so close, yet he couldn't find it. He sneaked and dove deeper, seeking out what it needed. He met the final checkpoint. There is no going back if he can muscle his way through.

He parted the pleasure sea and slid down.

Now, the pleasure war had left the dry land for the sea. He battled the first wave and defeated it. He was awarded with the Mons pubis, the treasure cave entrance door. Of course, he couldn't play with it because it was smoother with no pin drop of hair. He let his left hand sail smoothly around the vulva before heading back. 

It met with a lonely, p*ssy clit. It felt pity how a lonely treasure is left alone. He decided to keep it busy.

Anabel moaned. The sensation of playing around her clitoris was off the chart. She felt that if he continued, she would shoot off her female juices. Gary felt she was about to climax. He doesn't want such a thing. He had yet to punish this senior sister, who dared question the validity of him being a bona fide man.

He stopped flicking the clitoris, which kept twitching and making Anabel go insane.

But Anabel had not had her fill; she whispered to his ear, "More~"

"No! I have not punished you for being impetuous early on." Gary whispered back while holding her ear lobe with one of his canine teeth. He didn't forget to play around the inner and outer lips of her vagina.

This move of his was fresh from the oven. Anabel has lost all reasoning. She unzipped him and dragged out his rod of justice. The no-nonsense rod wants to do justice.

How would Anabel allow such impudence? She flicked the head of the rod.

Argnnn~

The pleasure wave sent was too much. You can see from the way his lower eyelid invades the upper eyelid. That was the least of his problems. He was having difficulty controlling his body. He felt as if he had transmigrated to an alien body.

He lost hold of Anabel's dripping pussy. This was Anabel's chance. She dove for the rod of justice. She kissed it a bit and engulfed it whole.

Then, she slowly massaged and f*cked her mouth with it in a senseless oral. She was like a slutty slay queen. Gary couldn't hold it anymore and offloaded his semen down her windpipe. Anabel did not seem to care. She swallowed it and looked like she enjoyed the meal and wanted some more.

Some more she got when she licked the remains of his semen on his rod of justice.

Gary picked her up and docked her on a tree branch. His rod of justice has been brutally rubbed by a hooligan, sexy mouth. Making him shamefully mess up himself. He won't have peace in this kind of situation. He seeks vengeance to redeem his mighty self, or any enchanted and succubus touch from Anabel will disgrace him. He is a man, and a man ought to be in charge here.

"Get over here!"

He placed her on the tree branch. His mouth and hand started playing dirty. His wet tongue roamed around Anabel's neck until it found the culprit that made him mess up himself.

The lip of Anabel. He tasted it and then lightly bite on it. He paused and asked, "Was this the mouth that dominated my little rod of justice a while ago?"

Anabel refused to answer and was acting smug.

"Good! Good!! Keep acting smug when I am done; you will beg for mercy, but mercy won't be given."

His other mischievous hand parted the last line of defense—the pants or underwear. It displaced it as if it were a space magical. It dove deep into the forbidden cave that has no equal.

The vagina wall of the forbidden cave was ready and had given in to the chicken invader. Oh no! The rod of justice. It was ready for a hostile takeover. Gary uses his rabbit finger to drum along the wet and stick magical forbidden cave, which is her p*ssy.

Moans~

Anabel moans. It was too much. Her G-spots are skillfully unearthed with every drum on the interior of her little sister. She grabbed Gary closer to her and held him tightly towards the squishy twin peak of her front.

She went ahead to tighten the cave wall, trapping the rabbit fingers inside. Gary's rabbit fingers could not escape. It was an unplanned ambush. Since all paths are blocked, he will fight for freedom.

His rabbit fingers increased their mischievous acts, wrecking pleasure with every stroke. Anabel has lost it. The morning dew was showered at night.

Anabel has lost the battle. She squirted out her love juices while vibrating. She still held the face of Gary towards her twin peak but had granted freedom to his rabbit fingers.

Gary was not done. His supercharged rod of justice was ready to melt out justice. With his view buried on a twin peak. He used his sense of touch to locate the forbidden wet cave. He played around with it before plugging deeper to redeem himself.

"Hnnng~ So big, I am full down there~ Seek my womb and vent on it~"

What the hell? Does she think Gary has a monster cuck...em! Rod of justice? Observing closer. The rough and manly rod of justice with streaks of pleasure nerves wrapped around it looks as if it can get the impossible mission done.

"Your wish is my command."

He arrogantly dove deeper with a mission to knock at the womb's door. He was driving at an alarming speed, breaking all vaginal traffic rules.

The love juices of Anabel, who are the cops, raced after the rod of justice. Anabel would not help his mission. She wished to see him fail. She ordered the betrayal of the rod of justice. The womb mission was tethering towards failure. The vagina wall clasps hard on the rod of justice, leaving a lone path to the door of her womb.

Gary thrust hard, quicker, and deeper. He knew he was being betrayed, yet he has given his word to seek out the womb.

Minutes of thrusting and a sexy voice filled with various types of moaning. He smashed at the entrance of Anabel's womb. Sending an overload to her brain, which in turn sent more cops—the love juices—in a frantic search for the invader.

He was caught at the door of their ultimate treasure—the womb. Rod of Justice struggled a bit and was rough-handed. His ride was impounded, and he had the greatest rough handling from the vigina wall and its juices. Not going down without a battle.

He pulled his semen gun and shot badly while escaping out of the vagina hole—the forbidden cave. They have both climax and cum.