Add to that the special potion that the tavern keeper has the local apothecary give us, I have not had to worry about a pregnancy from my duties as bar wench. Feeling the wetness between my legs, as my thighs tense and squeeze at my fat cuny lips. Milf sex My lips aching from clenching tight on the shaft and moaning with a loud gasp as the blunt head pops out of my mouth and the next spurt of his cum coats my face with sticky rope of white. Turning I look behind me at the puddles splashing muddy water, as the downpour turns the street into a small stream. That and the bulge in his britches and a couple of times the wet spot where his lump at wet his pants. Being skewered and rocking to their mantic rhythm as one and then the other slaps against my wet cunt or my drooling mouth. Wishing I was Jon’s girl, so that I might have a warm bath, before he fucks me. A funny little game they play, one
