Dahlia whimpered in delight as the ravenous stud leaned forward, inhaling her rich feminine scent and stroked out his tongue, sawing it up and down the velvety wetness of her sweet furrow. He strummed the erect, quivering knob of her clitoris lewdly with the tip of his tongue, and Dahlia gave a little shriek of ecstasy, beginning to undulate her lips against his face, her big wet boobs flapping up and down as she writhed in glee.

Brutus' big hands clung tightly to the full ripe cheeks of her ass as he dug his face eagerly into her muff, noisily sucking and licking the mound of flesh, forking his tongue as deep into her sweet, honeyed chasm as he could and tasting her rich, flowing juices.

As he ate her box, Brutus' hand stroked rapidly up and down the wet, rigid length of his erection.

The big black stud was really horny by this time. He drew away, panting hoarsely, the lower part of his face dripping with Dahlia's copious juices. He grinned wolfishly up at her and caught her around the waist, pulling her down on the hay beside him.

Lewdly, he grasped her legs above the knees and spread them apart, pulling the throbbing petals of her vulva away from one another and exposing the maw to her sweet cuntal furrow.

He shuffled forward on his knees and dropped his big body down above hers, planting one hand beside her waist on the hay while he fisted the pulsating base of his pecker in the other. Lowering his ass gradually, he maneuvered the thick, bloated head of his dick against the juicy twat, until it had lodged in the puckered mouth.

Then, he planted both hands firmly on the ground and began to rotate his hips lewdly and lightly jab them forward.

Dahlia stared up at his face with naked desire, little mewls and whimpers of excitement spilling from her lips. Her fingers curled into the muscular curves of his chest as she braced herself for the penetration.