Baying at the moon
I was loud when I fucked her — the guttural sounds of an animal in heat; I was a wolf baying at the moon wanting to cum forever. She would squirt on me as if marking her territory, and I would always come back for more.
I was loud when I fucked her — the guttural sounds of an animal in heat; I was a wolf baying at the moon wanting to cum forever. She would squirt on me as if marking her territory, and I would always come back for more.