Chapter 5 It's up to You

The meat stick was slowly inserted into their vagina. The two of them took a deep breath comfortably. Catherine put her hands on the waist of Bruce, her buttocks moving, and she began to shake herself.

Her eyes were closed, and her face was sexy and charming. With her red lips open, she kept panting, "Oh... It's so great..."

He slowly pulled out the coquettish vagina from the stick, leaving only the glans in the vagina. Then he sat down heavily, letting the whole stick to the bottom. Her vagina was supported by the stick as if the edge was unable to bear the heavy burden.

His penis was so comfortable that it could not help but bounce lightly. The blue veins of the pillar rubbed against the flesh wall. Catherine breathed heavily, and her breasts were shaking in front of her chest, making Bruce almost unable to grasp them.

"Come here, baby." Bruce reached out his hand to Catherine. Catherine didn't know what was going on. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at him, still immersed in the aftereffect of pleasure. She kept shaking her vagina, clamped and loosened it.

Bruce pulled her over and turned her over. He lay on the stone, pressed her buttock and hit her hard. He waved his big hand and patted her round buttock, and her buttocks trembled with the pat.

He grabbed her chin with one hand, pressed his lips close to her, kissed her lips and tongue, and put the tip of his tongue into her mouth skillfully, scratching crazily to suck the saliva.

Her mouth was full of saliva, but no one paid attention to it. All she wanted was to feel better!

The two men's tongues were chasing and playing. Catherine's vagina was severely fucked to convulsions by the meat stick, and her vagina was already red and swollen, but this did not delay her pursuit of pleasure. The corridor was violently shrinking, and the meat stick was violently working, which stimulated Catherine to scream. She was fucked to cry out, and she faltered, "No, I don't want it. I can't stand it anymore..."

She cried and shouted "no", but she still twisted her lower body crazily, doing crazy exercises again and again to cater to Bruce. Her vagina was getting tighter and tighter. Bruce couldn't help but grasp her breasts, and the sound of her vagina hitting could be heard continuously.

Catherine opened her mouth and screamed wildly with every effort. The stick was anxious and fierce, and her vagina finally twitched a few times before reaching the climax in a hurry.

However, Bruce didn't have the intention to shoot. After all, he had shot once in the morning, and the intense and continuous pleasure went from the penis to the brain with every draw. He continued to insert it into the vagina with a high frequency. Catherine was lost in thought, feeling the high shaking in her vagina and the intense exercise of the stick.

Bruce drew circles in Catherine's obscene vagina. The meat stick couldn't help but touch her vagina and shake slightly. She couldn't bear his torture and climbed forward pitifully. "Get out of my way! I don't want it!"

Seeing that she was so ruthless again, Bruce seemed to be used to it. He grabbed her back and changed to a face-to-face posture. The meat stick was still inserted into his vagina, and he continued to act fiercely in her vagina. She relentlessly tightened her vagina, not giving Catherine a chance to drive him out. At the same time, there were constant claps from the junction.

"Don't cry, honey. I'll feel sorry for you." Bruce licked and kissed the tears all over Catherine's face, but he didn't feel sorry for her at all. He continued to rampage, fucking fiercely. The stick stained with obscene water appeared and disappeared at his vagina, reflecting the bright light in the sunlight.

"Be gentle, please." Catherine wrapped her arms around Bruce's neck, tears rolling down from her eyes. She couldn't stop begging for mercy, with the juice splashing from her vagina and the saliva flying from her lips and tongue. Catherine breathed enchantingly, hoping that Bruce could reach the peak as soon as possible.

"Why are you so tight?" Bruce kept biting Catherine's neck, leaving obscene bruises.

The two of them were soaked in a red tide, and a surging sense of pleasure continued to invade them. Looking at Catherine's fragile but flattering appearance, Bruce's heart softened. He did a few hard works, put the meat stick into his vagina, pressed it against the uterine cervix dozens of times, and shot the semen.

Catherine was a little absent-minded when she felt the hot liquid in her vagina.

Unwilling to pull out his dick, it still stopped in her vagina. Catherine pushed him hard on the chest, but it didn't move at all.

"Let me go. I'm going to take a shower." Catherine slapped him in the face two times, but the Bruce didn't budge at all. Holding her tightly, the meat stick stuck against her hole. "Don't let it go. I like to stay inside."

Catherine couldn't get rid of him. She was so angry that she pulled out her gun from her waist and pointed at the temple of Bruce. "Can't you get out?"

Bruce had already seen through that she was unwilling to kill him. The meat stick was still stuck in it, and he was about to kiss her.

With a loud bang, Catherine shot towards the sky.

Bruce was shocked. He thought his head was in a mess, so he reached out to touch it and found himself still alive.

However, Catherine had already kicked him away, took off all her clothes, and went to the river to take a shower naked.

Bruce was still lying on the stone with his hands behind his head, enjoying Catherine's graceful body swimming in the water.

Seeing that he was so relaxed, Catherine shouted from a distance, "Come and help me rub my back."

Hearing this, Bruce took off his clothes and jumped into the water like a fish.

Catherine heard the sound of getting into the water, so she waited for him. However, after a long time, no one came.

She turned around to look for the figure of Bruce. There were only two people's clothes on the shore. The horse was eating grass in the distance, and the carriage was parked sideways. Everything was the same.

But there was no sign of Bruce!

"It's so weird. Didn't you come here?" She mumbled in confusion, scratched in the water with her hands, trampled on the water with her feet, and swam to the shore.

When she was about to go ashore, a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around her waist. Bruce, which she hadn't seen for a long time, came out of the water and laughed.

"What do you think? Do you think I have escaped?" He leaned against Catherine's ear and made fun of her. Then he put his hands on Catherine's bare white chest.

"No one can escape without clothes, let alone this desolate mountain. Where can you escape?" Disdain was written all over Catherine's face. She glanced at him behind her and said, "Don't touch me. Haven't you touched enough just now?"

Bruce kept moving, and the meat stick suddenly became hard again. While the water was slippery, he rubbed against Catherine's buttocks and said, "Of course not. I'll play with your huge breasts for the rest of my life."

"You wish. Do you have that fate?" Catherine said sarcastically. She got out of his arms nimbly and swam to the other side.

"My life is in your hands. It's up to you whether I can live or not." Bruce said with a smile and swam towards Catherine.