Carol Douglas: A Wild Outdoor Fuck Fest

“Stop the noise,” Butch commanded. Butch slid his sopping wet cock between her breasts and began abusing her tits once more. XXX The homeless man marveled at the quick peak he had seen of her covered C cup breasts. Did he want money? “You gotta pay a toll,” the man said in a phlegm filled voice. Lydia was confused as to what he was doing, but she quickly realized the next repulsive act she would have to perform. She walked hurriedly past the man, avoiding eye contact. Lydia could smell him from several feet away. He ran his index finger over the flesh that was exposed to the cold air, making an invisible outline of Lydia’s cleavage. He slid his finger back and forth, purposely stopping at her clit.