Toad's Tongue, Part 2 of 2
A museum piece has strange effects on women.
(VI) A hand stroked my face, a liquid voice from somewhere said "it's okay, I'll take GOOD care of you", and my cock was surrounded again, only this time in a heavier slippery sensation, caressed and squeezed in a building demanding rhythm. My eyes opened; Florencia was riding my cock, working me up with full balls, and my head was too foggy to wonder why. I just watched her breasts sway side to side, tick-tock, tick-tock...