Why is the FUcking BadLands Dead! ?

[Saturn]

Her fingers dug into the sheets, wrinkling them, pulling at them... She curled her toes, his tongue driving her wild towards climactic release...

 

[Saturn]

Oh....... my..... god..... cumming... was his demeanor as her lips tugged at his erect cock... milking it...

 

[Saturn]

"I have a friend" she whispered, playing with his nipples. "She's.... into things."

 

[Saturn]

"Just watch, baby."

 

[Saturn]

He laid back on the bed, his head resting against the fluffy pillows, his cock in his hand, stroking lazily...

She was wearing thigh-high fishnet stockings and garters, 3 inch heels, and an exotic-looking black choker, her ebony hair pulled back, her face painted, lips of rouge and raccoon eyes....

She stood over him, her legs on either side of him, dancing seductively to the pounding beat of her sex moving her as he masturbated beneath her...

 

[Saturn]

"Um.... what the fuck are you going to do with that, baby?" he asked nervously, a confused look on his face as she produced the black strap-on dong from beneath the bed.

 

[Saturn]

"You got one more in you, darling? she asked, pulling the piece of fabric of her red thong to the side.

"Oy!" he snapped to attention.

It was going to be a painful morning.

 

[Saturn]

"The Badlands are anything but dead" he whispered seductively into her ear. "Some things are better off left unsaid."