“So much…so much cum,” she gurgled as his big cock continued to jerk and spurt inside of her cum-flooded cunt.
“By the gods,” he finally groaned, gently lifting her up off his rapidly withering peter.
Still clutching her around the waist with his powerful hands, he let her daintily drop to her feet on the ground.
Her knees threatened to give way as she put her weight on legs, but after a few moments, she found she could stand on her own.
Just then, a wild boar came rushing into the clearing. Letting go of Snow, the Huntsman grabbed up his bow and shot the boar.
“Why did you do that?” Snow complained, staring down at the dead boar, who lay with the Huntsman’s arrow sticking out of it.
“I have to take its heart back to the Queen to show her I killed you,” he panted, still winded from their fucking. “Hope it will fool her…”
“Oh,” Snow smiled at him, reaching down and giving his dangling cock a tickle.
“There’s a little cabin just down the road,” the Huntsman told her, pulling his breeches back up over his limp prick. “Go there and hide. The people who live there will be glad to take you in.”
“Oh, thank you,” she gurgled, picking up her dress and slipping it back on. “Thank you for sparing my life…and for the good fuck, too.”
“You’re welcome,” he smiled. “Now go!”
“Well, Hunty, babe,” she grinned, “if you’re ever in the hood, stop by, and I’ll give you some more of my little puss.”
“Aye, Lass, that I’ll do,” he snickered. “Just don’t wear it out.
“Bye-bye,” she trilled, turning and starting down the path as she buttoned her dress.
Now just what did he mean by that, she asked herself? Wear it out? How could you wear a pussy out?
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