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Mom's Horse Hunger Part 6

Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fetish, Lesbian Sex, Taboo, Author: onefitguy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

let him taste your pussy.” Betsy moaned. “I’m afraid,” she gasped, her head reeling as she wavered between passion and fear. “Maybe you’re ready for the cock I promised, huh?” Betsy staggered back, a dreamy smile on her face. “I’m ready. Today we lose our cherries. Right?” Patti giggled. “I’m ready.” “Where did you hide it?” Betsy moaned, her eyes scanning the barn. “In the hayloft?” “It’s not hidden,” Patti said. She continued to rub her sensitive tits into Tiny’s flank. “Let me break your cherry first, okay?” Betsy was trembling, a tinge of fear surfacing. “I don’t need any help,” Patti said. She dropped to her knees, mashing her tits into Tiny’s hind leg. She spotted the head of his cock peeking from its sheath. “If you want to see the cock, get down here with me.” Curiously, Betsy dropped to her knees. Blinking, she spotted the fat head of Tiny’s dick. “Holy shit, Patti. Do you see that?” Patti giggled. “You mean this?” She reached under her p--y and curled her fingers around his thick-skinned cock-sheath and stroked. Betsy’s mouth dried up. The shock of what she had just witnessed caused her to lose her balance. She fell back, legs in the air, virgin pussy totally exposed. Patti laughed. “Wait until he gets hard.” She stroked Tiny’s prick, exposing more of his thick glistening cockshaft. His cock was growing under her gentle hand. Betsy gawked. “What are you doing?” “Getting his prick ready to break your cherry,” Patti said. “I didn’t know you were talking about his ... cock. I thought it was a fake one.” She was frightened, yet at the same time fascinated with what she was seeing. Patti’s fingers shifted slowly up and down Tiny’s prick. She caressed her p--y’s heavy balls. “His cum is all inside here,” she explained. Betsy couldn’t speak. Her mouth gaping open, her eyes wide, her breathing raspy, she could only stare. “Say something, Betsy,” Patti sighed as more hard pony-cock became exposed. “C’mon over and touch him.” Betsy shook her head. “I’m not going to touch him,” she said. “You’re crazy.” “I thought you wanted your cherry busted,” Patti said, giving her frightened friend a quick glance. “Not with that thing,” Betsy moaned, her voice quaking. “You’ll change your mind once you see me fuck him.” Patti was totally committed. The hardness of Tiny’s prick and the powerful throbbing gave her a craving to be fucked that couldn’t be denied. Betsy’s eyes stared first at Tiny’s growing cock, then at Patti. “You’re teasing me,” she said, breaking into a smile. “I’m not teasing.” She stood up, stroked Tiny’s rump. “Easy, boy. Easy.” Mesmerized, Betsy sat on the floor of the barn. She watched as Patti made a bed of hay, her gaze constantly drifting back to Tiny’s long hard cock. Suddenly, her mouth watered and she tore her eyes away, forcing herself to concentrate on Patti. Patti built up the pile of hay. The bench her mother had used, she knew, was too high. The hay would be perfect. Finished, she turned her attention back to her stunned friend. ...