There are so many wonderful things you come to learn about slyveren biology in the next few minutes you spend railing this viper pirate’s face: like how her oral fuck-pocket clutches tighter than any pussy and suckles from every silky-plush angle, or how her grooved tongue wraps around and grips your flared horse-cock, pumping it as though it were the most skilled masseuse’s hand giving you a rubdown. How the tender inches of your dickskin conquer vast acres of soaking-wet softness, squeezing out gushes of lubricating goo that slather your rut-infused meat in all the slavish adoration it will need to make a true onahole out of this once-dominant predator.
