"Woooh..Wooh.. Woooh..." Roger thought quickly and imitated the owl's calls a few times.
"Hey, it's a night owl!" Justin wiped the sweat from his forehead. You know what, he was really scared just now, but not by the movement in the tree, but by Elena's sharp voice. "It's okay, let's continue."
"But, Master Justin, yours is...soft."
"It's okay. Just blow me for a while and it will be hard again soon I promise."
"Let's go somewhere else. There are owls here, and it always feels spooky to me."
"Okay, let's go somewhere else."
Watching the two people go away, Roger, who was originally thrusting slowly, suddenly thrust hard into Matar's pussy, making a loud slapping sound.
"Ah…ohh…aghh, you…you'd better hurry up…ah…ahh…if I can't get off and the truck leave, I…ah…harder…yes…ahh…I won't be able to go back…ohh!"
