Ravaged Rear Filled with a Sizzling, Thick Load

Then I found myself thinking about the ewe, and as I pictured her soft wool-covered rump, I came instantly. If there were sheep on the island then there might be more dangerous predators to hunt them. XXX I almost grabbed the ewe to keep her from running, so desperate was I, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I didn’t go looking for the flock the next day; I was scared of my thoughts. The next day, as if God was listening to my prayers for sheep sex, the flock had returned to the glade. I told myself all this and more as I pushed the warm melon into a mound of sand and began stroking myself into hardness again.