‘Honey! Whadda we know?’
‘Sweet.’
‘Dribbly.’
‘Sticky.’
For two honeymooners resting their loins, this is not helping.
Jared, whispering: ‘I want to slurp it out of you like a bear…’
A moan escapes Anna, the bull inside rearing, trawling the ground.
She tries one: ‘I want you to smear it over my face with your cock…’
Free samples.
Rushing blood.
Tour shuffles on. But a moaning storeroom interrupts…
Guide opens the door, tourists jostling to see:
Jared’s honey-soaked digits ravage Anna’s cunt while she, delirious, lathers his cock.
Lips pursed, the guide sneaks them another sample before closing the door…
