mister moon sing

“Bbbbrrruuuhhh! God damn! Carol! Fuck!” Stream after stream of thick cum spewed into Carol’s rectum. I may have cum harder in my life, but I don’t know when. My cock pulsed and spewed for a minute or more before my balls were completely empty. Carol looked back over her shoulder at me. She was smiling.

Once she’d finally found a good spot, she remembered what she was trying to do. Slowly and steadily, she brought her hand up and over his chest, the light sheet rippling above her the only thing keeping them from the warm autumn night. Again, she brought it down past the end of the hair on his belly and only stopped once she felt that rough patch of hair just above his groin. With only the moon filtering through the sheet above she could barely make it out as she peered over her dad’s waist. Short and curly, much curlier than his armpit hair, pitch-black, though most of his hair was with only a bit of grey poking through.

This one is a spin-off of "rate the above user's last favourited image" as I felt that was a bit restrictive sometimes.As you all will know. When you open another user's profile it will show a tab called "recent favourites" which consists of the last 5 images added to favourites.In this forum you choose 1 of these 5 images for the above user, give it a personal rating, and explain why it got that rating... simple as that.