Milka hungry

“Bonan...” Milka smiled as she repeated Bonan’s name to herself, her quizzical look returning as she steered her gaze towards his cock as its dramatic swelling seriously strained the one strap still holding the piece of cloth in place to cover it.

A few seconds later, Milka produced a crisp, kittenish sigh and offered Bonan her most heartfelt smile yet, causing his cock to nearly rip free of its bonds as she dazzled him with the intensity of her radiant smile, her hands travelling up her sides and her hips being cocked to the right as she spread her legs a little and followed up on her smile by nodding her head at him and allowing him to see how the deft manner in which she used her pink tongue to wet her full, ripe lips.

Lifting his right heel off the ground and pushing his knee forwards, Bonan looked at Milka as he brought his fingers into contact with the last strap, with her gaze ceasing to be fixed on how the stretch of cloth that protected his thick cock had draped itself over his left wrist so that she could make out much of the vein-corded trunk of it for a moment to meet his as she nodded at him again.

Milka then unleashed a raptured gasp as Bonan’s cock sent the straps and the piece of cloth falling towards the ground and pushed his loincloth aside as it sprang up to stretch itself out from between his legs, its fat head already coated with his precum as it pointed straight at her. The lewd, unrestrained smile with which she greeted his tumescent fuckmast meant that Bonan sucked air into his lungs as a fat blast of precum surged forth to be scattered across the ground in front of him, causing Milka to yelp excitedly and lift her left leg off the ground for a second in the wake of a thick gob of precum smacking against her shin.

“Bonan so big...” Milka observed with a breathless voice as she paid extraordinarily close attention to how Bonan wrapped his fingers round his stiff member to take a firm hold of it and then slowly push his foreskin as far back as it would go, thereby making his prick coil itself up before a fat dollop of prejizz poured out through his cumslit.

“I like!” Milka admitted, with much enthusiasm, as she began to free herself of the scraps of fur that were gathered round her waist, the voluptuous blonde stripping naked for Bonan whilst never tearing her eyes from how he was slowly fisting his cock. In the light cast by the fire over which Bonan had cooked his dinner, he noticed that Milka’s pussy was glistening wet, which he liked very much, and nearly hairless, which caused him to experience a certain amount of confusion. Still, questioning her as to why her slit was bald save for the thin strip of curly pubes that ran upwards for a couple of inches from just above the puffy lips of her sex could wait until later, Bonan decided as Milka began sauntering towards him.

Stopping his slow and steady jerking of his fourteen-inch dick when Milka brought both of her hands into contact with it, Bonan released his grip of his cock and left it for her to play with as she stared down at it with a bright, inquisitive gleam in her eyes, the tip of her tongue darting out to further wet her luscious lips before she unleashed a deeply erotic moan as she finally wrapped her fingers around his fuckpiece as best she could and looked up to meet his gaze.

Milka’s whole being seemed to be involved in announcing her excitement over what she was doing next as she heaved Bonan’s cock up until it was protruding up between them, the crown of his fucktool looking as though it was about to ascend up into the heavens as she inched herself closer to him, drawing a guttural groan from him and a stream of precum from his cock as she took it into her cleavage. Bonan’s hands were suddenly on the sides of Milka’s ginormous boobs as she brought herself closer to him, her thick nipples pressing against his muscular chest before he could feel the full weight of the two ample, gravity-defying globes against his chest and his hands pressed them against his cock to make her let out a horny gasp and his precum pour out to coat much of her deep, narrow cleavage.

Their first kiss came as Milka wrapped her arms around Bonan, her tongue wrestling his as he prompted her to put yet more intensity into her kisses by running his hands down her sides until one of them was caressing the small of her back with a finesse that would otherwise seem to beyond his grasp and the other one was used to roughly grope her firm, juicy ass.

“I hungry...” Milka announced after she’d broken off their kiss and taken a step back so that Bonan’s cock was disappearing in between her huge boobs at an angle.

“No!” Milka cheerfully protested when Bonan glanced over at the remains of the sabretooth, her right hand playfully smacking against the hard muscles on his chest as she giggled again, drawing his gaze back towards her.

“Not that kind of hungry...” Milka breathed out, and took another step back so that Bonan’s cockend popped free of her cleavage, the domed head of his prick bombarding her chest with a powerful release of precum just before she proceeded to drop down on her knees.

“Mmm...” Purring as she rubbed Bonan’s precum all over her breasts while she looking up at him and sending him a confident smile, Milka let go of her tits without any warning and lunged forwards with her head so that her parted lips were suddenly sliding over the fist-sized head of his dick, leaving him to let a longish groan trickle out of his mouth at the velvety feel of her lips and the warm wetness of her mouth as she took the crown of his cock into it.

Not having had cause to stop his groaning yet as he squinted hard and bared his teeth at the heavenly sensation of feeling his cockhead drag across Milka’s tongue, Bonan first grunted when he felt the business-end of his mighty fucktool bump against the back of her throat, and then gasped when she went on to guide it down her gullet, her hands moving over the trunk of his cock as more of it slid past her full lips and its girth caused her throat to look thicker.

Her eyelids fluttering and her face starting to redden at some point after she’d managed to get about nine of Bonan’s fourteen inches into her mouth and down her throat, Milka let go of the remainder of the shaft of his member for a few seconds and instead clasped his hands, which she brought into contact with her head, pressing them against it so that he got to feel the silkiness of her lustrous hair.

Bonan got the message, and soon he was using his grasp of Milka’s head to push her nose closer to his pelvis, her hands now on his thighs as the last couple of inches of his dick was entered past her lips, at which point she moved her hands onto his ass in an effort to keep him from pulling her off his cock, before going on to unleash a stream of thoroughly strangled groans as she trembled where she sat on her knees in front of Bonan, her fingers pulsing against his posterior as she milked him of more and more of his precum.

Letting go of Milka’s head, Bonan held his big hands out by his sides and balled them into tight fists, groaning at the mounting pressure in his balls as the two heavy, churning orbs were resting atop her massive bust, when she suddenly switched gears and began pumping her head back and forth, seesawing his cock in and out of her throat.

As Bonan helped her out by starting to thrusting his hips at her, Milka worked her way back to make each forward plunge of her head longer and more long-lasting, until only the head of his mammoth organ remained in her mouth. Swirling her tongue round the tip of Bonan’s cock without letting it leave her ravenous maw, Milka had both of her hands on the veiny trunk of his fuckpiece so that she could feel it throb with mounting **** until its base suddenly swelled to an unprecedented thickness.

Realizing that the swelling travelled forwards to consume more of Bonan’s prick, Milka could scarcely believe what was happening as the expansion of Bonan’s cock reached its head as it remained lodged inside her mouth, though she was nearly **** to let go of it thanks to the **** with which vast amounts of jizz was projected into her mouth.

Through the haze of the monumental orgasm that had him in its throes, Bonan was able to see how his cum was making Milka’s cheeks bulge outwards, but the top-heavy, gorgeous blonde was showing no signs of pulling back, instead keeping her throat working as she swallowed down his jizz as fast as she could, her narrowed eyes aimed up at him as a thin tendril of white appeared from first one of her nostrils, and then the other.

“I only want balljuice,” Milka explained, having finally popped Bonan’s cockend out of her mouth after she’d swallowed about a gallon or so of his cum, with her cheerfully sluttish announcement serving to coax one final serving of jizz from Bonan, which was splattered against her lips and chin, “all other foods boring.”

“Pussy creamed just from sucking Bonan's big horsecock,” Milka rushed to add, and was rewarded for it through a point-blank discharge of precum onto her face.

“No soft?” Milka asked, wiping her chin and lips clean while glancing up at Bonan with a quizzical look, though this time it was backed up by the most unabashedly lustful smile that he’d ever seen.

“No soft...” Bonan chuckled out his reply.