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“Oh, take it you little whore!” she squealed, her hips jerking powerfully against my ass, the hot, molten flood of her seed making me gasp as I felt it shooting deeply up my ass! “Take it! Take my fucking cum!” Wave after wave she gave it to me, her huge, amazing cock pulsing and throbbing in time with the unbelievable pounding of her hips. Then suddenly she stopped, almost as if somebody had thrown her switch, buried to the hilt but completely immobile. She stayed there for a long, slow moment, eyes closed in rapture, barely even twitching but utterly lost to the ecstasy of her release. She pulled out slowly, leaving me strangely empty and wanting, supporting herself with her hand on my stomach as she tottered unsteadily around to my side in her heels. She bent low over top of me, her huge, amazing tits pressing warm and heavy against my chest.

“That’s it…that’s it. Deeper. Go deeper.” Carol’s head was thrown back and her long red hair reached down to her Venus dimples. “Okay…good…” Carol’s voice was more relaxed and her hips started to push her ass back onto my cock. “Jim…fuck me now. Fuck me hard. Pull my hair and fuck me hard.” Carol’s voice was matter of fact in her demands.

He's very lucky! Wonder if she's wearing panties or something! Also, oh wow, A.I. generated art is getting surprisingly shockingly good at finally depicting feet & hands....like very well, with barely any form of wonkiness or wonky looks to them digits of the feet/hands mainly!