Follow the drums

His mind was swimming, he heard the drums from deep within the cave as he slowly, shakily followed the sound. The beats. The rhythms.

holding his horsecock in his hands, he saw, deep within the cave, women with large lips, large tits, wide hips, dressed in tribal attire and moving like animals.

He stroked his cock to the beats, feeling the rhythms working their way through his spine as they saw him, the women making strange yaps as they approached, kissing their big lips along his arms.

His cock erupted over the face of a woman with massive hips and a tits bigger than her head, before he pinned her down and began to fuck her into the stone.

He grunted and groaned, growling as he manhandled her tits. The tribal women were all around him. Desperate for cum and cock. An older woman came over and presented her fat lips to him, blowing spitty bubbles as she kissed him on the lips, only lust, not passion or intelligence, as he tried to kiss back.

The hyper woman he was fucking slapped back against him desperate as she moaned out, her body ruined by the horsecock as it began to poke out her mouth.

A large, fertile, venus bodied lady coming over to kiss the woman on the lips, swapping spit and sharing Steven's cockhead.

Using her. His cock pushing through her and into another mouth. Spurting fluids into her.

The young girl under him has bone piercings through her prodigious nipples, eyes rolling as he fills and uses her. All of them, generations of them, submitting to cock.