Irish girls can ride real well

It didn't take long for Molly's experienced tongue to bring Snake back to his full glory. "Ahh!" The Irish lass smiled, "now Molly reaps the reward of her labors!"

Snake lay back on the big bed and watched as the young whore climbed up over his body, positioned herself carefully, and slowly guided his slick snake right into her still-dripping pussy. Molly closed her eyes in pleasure as she sank down on the huge shaft - down until her bright red bush merged with Snake's wiry hairs.

"Now, Mr. Snake Jackson," Molly rested her hands on Snake's chest, "I'll show you how Irish colleens can ride."

Using her strong thighs, Molly lifted up until only the ball-shaped knob remained trapped between her folds. Then, slowly, she dropped, sinking all the way down Snake's cock. Up she rose; down she rode. Again and again Molly rode the beast that was Snake's cock. Her speed increased; her panting signaled her excitement.

Snake captured the girl's small, firm breasts in his strong hands. He toyed with the freckle-covered flesh, twisting and squeezing the small pink nipples into rock-hard nubs. As Snake mauled the girl's tits, she began moaning and gasping.

Snake knew it was time to spring into action. Thrusting his ass up from the bed, he drove his cock hard up into the girl's belly. Catching her just as she was sliding down his pole, Snake's cock rammed harder and deeper than ever.

"Oh! Sweet Mary!" Molly began twitching and rocking; her entire body shook. Snake drove his cock up into her again - harder still. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" The girl let loose.

Snake, once again, thrust up into Molly's belly. A hot river of cum burst from his balls and through his cock, filling Molly's pussy.

Molly dropped down onto Snake's chest, breathing deeply and slowly.

"So, you Irish tramp," the voice came from the doorway, "are you going to hog him all night?"