She held his great rod with one hand, while she clutched at his arm leading between her legs, where he was driving her to a frenzy. The Great Bull was on his back and the Great Whore had her head on his chest. Mature sex They were supreme
in holding the tigress/whore on the precipice of ecstasy awaiting the beast. The Bull bellowed, his arched neck bringing his head down to her breast where he licked her neck and tasted all that was his woman tonight. She knew what was coming; her hips writhing, her back arching, her fingers blurring over her clitoris, her hand straining to feel the approaching phallus. Drenching waves of warmth cascaded from her melting cunt to her full breasts where they exploded in fountains of pleasure lava flowing through her senses until she was the essence of lust. As the door closed it woke the Bull God. They had been taught their art by the Horned Deity. The cock was large and rock hard.
