Cool Blogger: I SPY CAMEL TOE wore each other out. It was long past the point where his sexual energy was far past hers, by now they had come to a sort of rhythm, a kind of unspoken agreement, the sort of dance of bodies and passion that two people develop over time and experience, the kind that left them both soaked in sweat, out of breath, and a mess of ice cream on the towels.
Her pussy had sorely missed him, and her ass ached for his big cock. When he touched her tits and sucked on them, she wondered how she had made it without the feeling of him pleasing her. He seemed to be full of pent up passion, and when she went down on him, he blew a load down her throat that had be swallowed be believed. His tongue on her clit felt so good, she screamed herself hoarse as he ate her, then tried to fight him off as he put her on all fours, which only made him want it more, her goal the entire time.
