It was almost relaxed. Still pistoning her, I began pulling back her hood and had a clear view of her sweet, soaked little man standing tall.The same ...pumping then included her clit GLANS and she completely lost control. Rapidly approaching a peak, she locked her head to one side, breathed fast and raspy. Her lights dimmed as her chest and hopping tits reddened. She screamed. Her tender pussy flooded then exploded copious cunt juices on my ravenous tongue in an uncontrolled release. Still. His library was illuminated by tapers, and they cast a soft glow on the dark- skinned beauty who was immersed in her art. She was now focusing on the figures, but from the distance, Roland could not make out the exact nature of the scene. No doubt this painting will be a gift from my brother, thought Roland, drawing closer to the woman. The candle light flickered against the library window, and her silhouette cast an exquisite curve against the wall. Roland’s gaze was torn between looking at. I knew she always liked to wear thongs and when I reached them i found out she was soaking wet. I moved the thong to the side and started playing with her clit. she started moaning like crazy while I just rubbed up and down her pussy and her moans were muffled by our lips still kissing. Soon i found her hand rubbing my raging hard on that needed relief rite then. I started inserting my fingers one by one into her pussy and ass. First finger went into her pussy which was soaking wet and slid in. She left the saloon with Clint and they walked in silence back to the boarding house. As they climbed the steps of the porch, Clint spoke. "Anna, tomorrow I have to run to San Antonio for some supplies for Miss Kitty. Want to come with me? I think a change of scenery will do you some good. We will be gone for a couple days, but I think it would do you good to get outta town for a spell." "I'd love to go with you, Clint. And now that I don't have to work at the saloon anymore, I can." "Good..