Space Hucow

As soon as I step onto “the ranch,” I realize I’m in an extraordinary, perhaps even supernatural place.

He places two of his thick fingers over my lips, interrupting me. “Be a good hucow for me, huh?” The man smirks, rubbing my ass and then grabbing a handful of its flesh with both hands. He slaps it. Then he moves his hands further down until his fingers press the heat between my slender legs.