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Julie has travelled to Spain to experience the excitement of the annual Run of the Bull. But when the bull chases her into an alleyway five men appear and who have some control over the bull and tell her she has two options. Fight the bull or...you can guess.
They did not advertise this in the brochure!
Julie crouched down and inched towards it, grasping it in her hand. The bull bellowed as she took its cock in both hands like she was holding a baseball bat. Oh it was so warm. That pulse, that heat in her hands sent waves of pleasure though her body. Oh what would it feel like in her mouth! Egged on by the masturbating Spaniards she pointed the spear tip of the cock right at her mouth and opened wide. This was going to be a challenge. She stretched her lips as wide as she could, and forced the head of the colossal sceptre into her maw. The pain of the stretch on her lips was intense, she thought her mouth was going to burst, the tears streamed down her cheeks as sucked on the meat of the beast.
She could only take so much of it but fed as much as she could into her mouth till she started to choke. She pulled back off, coughing and spluttering, the Spaniards laughing at her discomfort.
“Good, very good senorita, suck it good!”
She latched back on, this time moving her head back and forth, picking up the pace until she was sucking the bestial shaft at lightning speed. Oh god it tasted good! This bull cock was the taste of depravity-she had never been so wet in her life; there must have been a swimming pool forming down below in those panties as she gorged on this debauched meal of beast-meat.
“Now senorita, we want to see bull cock in sweet American pussy-oh yes!”