Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. The look of surprise and addiction mixed as one. She knew then that she had a new submissive if she needed one.Camelia lapped slowly, exploring the pussy with the eagerness and attentiveness of an explorer on an archelogy dig. She was completely captivated by the smell, the taste and just the act of pleasing. She licked every inch of the pussy; she flicked the swollen clit, which made the older woman moan loudly and she buried her nose in the pubic hairs that seemed to capture the full bouquet. Her pussy was saturated and her moisture was all over my lower abdomen, I reached my right hand down and started to rub her sopping pussy fervently. I stopped to switch positions, I started fucking her doggy and I was pounding her fat ass like a battering ram. She was letting out little grunts of pleasure, I grabbed her by the shoulders and starting pulling her into me as I fucked her. Her big jello butt was rebounding like a spring. My heavy full scrotum was flying forward and up, smacking her.Read More
