Джип инерционный "Hot Racing", с прицепом

His voice a gurgle within her, Jud yelled out, the sound muted by her soft embrasure, forcing air up into her as his lip covered upper teeth pressed up under her clitoris. His flesh shimmered with the hot racing of his blood, his vision blurred red. His hips drew back, his loins bucking forth as the tumult sought release. Then his body was stuttering as he felt restraint rip away. Gillian felt the steaming lava of his sperm jet up the vial between her lips to burst forth from between the minute lips of the head, tasting its acrid burn as it spilled over her tongue to be greedily swallowed. The frantic movements of his face suddenly thrust her back into the vortex of ecstasy, all confines disintegrating as she joined him, the furred caldron tremoring against his face as his softening spire trembled within her mouth. Slowly, they fell back to either side, satiated. After a few minutes, Gillian pulled herself around to lay beside him. "How you feeling, lover?" she whispered against his lips. "Fine, teacher, just fine," he smiled weakly. "I'm not your teacher here ...»