"South Africa is the murder capital of the world."
I find a little beaten path that will take me to the other side, and from there, I will head to Accumula. Its even darker under the tree cover, and there is some mud which makes a squishing sound every time I step into a puddle of it.
I see movement off to the side, a Deerling coming out of her den with her fawn.
He drops me and readjusts his hold on my hair, he wraps it around like a Viedp tie and keeps my head up, while another comes and forces my mouth open. I realize what he's doing as he steps closer, putting his cock to my lips. I try to make my body struggle, but Video spores still have hold of me.
He slowly enters my mouth, his cock it slicked with my juices, it tastes of me and his minty-basil taste, more subtle than his cum, but still apparent, although there is an extra earthy taste to it. His little hands go to either side of my head to keep himself steady as he starts fucking my face...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑