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Hold up a bit," she called out, Hardcore Sex sliding out of her saddle and handing Anderson her reins. Max turned so the Queen could see what was happening. She laughed, which turned into a moan and another round of shakes. "Do ye' mind, ye' Majesty?" the sergeant fuck called out. The Queen raised her hand, waving before curling Pussy Drilling against Max. MacKenna looked up at the Queen's saddle. The woody was not shaped like a normal member. At about a hand and half long, it grew from the rounded tip to about four fingers wide around the middle, tapering down to about two fingers wide at the base. The Queen's scream when Max lifted her was making more sense. With another look at a still grinning Anderson, she put her foot in the stirrup and pulled herself up, settling behind the woody while she got her other foot set in. She reached under her kilt fishnet as she stood, positioning she soaked and slick rod at her opening. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own excitement. She lowered herself down onto the shaft, her eyes closing. She had to work herself down a little at a time, moaning as she felt it stretch her open even as it went deeper. She almost gave up trying to get over the widest part, but once it was in, her body seemed to almost suck in the rest, sealing itself around the narrow base. By the time she was fully seated, her legs were shaking, every movement pulled another moan from her, and she knew she was close to her first crest. She had never felt anything like it, so full, so trapped. She looked up at Anderson. His grin had turned darker, more like the look he gave her at night before they crawled into the blankets. He met her eyes and nodded. She waved him over, lifting her kilt. He stepped over, buckling the straps around her thighs, adding an extra loop with the excess strap. She gave him a dirty look. It would only add an extra few seconds to remove, but that was few seconds more that she would be unable to lift herself off of this damnable bulb. He chuckled and stepped around to the other side, repeating the process and binding her to the saddle. Anderson leaned over, kissing her on the cheek and whispered, "Love you, Mac." He slapped the horse lightly, getting it moving with a jerk. The sudden movement caused an immediate reaction, and MacKenna screamed her first crest of the afternoon. She felt the bulb try to stretch her again, pulling every time she rose off the seat, only to be rammed in again when she landed. 'Twenty days,' she managed to think through the haze of lust and passion. 'I do no' know how she kept quiet for the morning. Divines pray that the Queen and I survive…" Sitting on the end of the bed, wrapped in just a towel Hailey heard Craig come into the house and crash around in the kitchen for a few minutes. ‘No doubt drunk as a skunk and will be all lovey & gooey when he comes to bed,’ Hailey sighed to herself. Whilst their lovemaking was OK, that was about it, the passion seemed to have faded over the years and sex had become routine, more concerned the kids might hear than enjoying themselves. Craig stumbled up the stairs before throwing open the bedroom door with a loud crash, his eyes blazing with a lust that Hailey hadn’t seen since before they were married. "A very young godling I see. She had hoped he would be worth her attention, but he was just Pussy Drilling another Hardcore Sex religious nut. Shima and a few other tributes start to dash into the forest. When John saw the dollar bill, he had just sat there for a while, as he had struggled to fight off the tears that were fishnet welling up in his eyes. I squealed, stimulating myself. Deb lost count of her climaxes and fell forward off the horse cock and lay on the barn floor with her daughter's arm still buried in her cunt. "Jill and I are naked, so turn about is fair play." Neither of them talked, but they did exchange rather lusty looks. That will be our little fuck secret. She hugged him close and he felt her naked, wet breasts pressed up against her body. Nothing is worth dying for." “What’s the story behind the big man?” I ask. “I want this to be 24/7, Grace. 2008: The New "Wife" God she was tight, but it felt so good as I very slowly pushed my dick into her ass. I pulled up and parked a few houses away so that my wife would have no warning that I was home. She pussy submits to that too.