A mummy named Cleo

"Best of luck, rags..."

You groggily awoke from your slumber and stretched out your limbs with a yawn. You could feel your large breasts and cock poke through your loose bandages while your meaty ass was being squeezed by them. You were an ancient horny mess ready to fuck the stiffness from your body.

How many years has it been? How was mother? More importantly, where was the nearest servant to bend over for you?

Slowly your sarcophagus began to open but it was not by your hand. Your prepared yourself for whoever disturbed your slumber.