Curvy Brunette Takes A Rough Pounding In Her Tight Backdoor

She could see from the image of the running girl on the screen the cry was somewhat premature. As Taryn listened to the chatter around the betting pool she remembered the girl stretching in the paddock, and how she had reached the woods well before the gong had released the hunters. Taryn watched in fascination as the arrow, released from Pierce’s steel-sprung bow, arced across the sky, dwindling to a barely-visible speck in the distance as it descended back to earth. Taryn joined the cheers in the tent that greeted the clean kill. All thoughts of sympathy and regret for the prey were forgotten while Taryn watched the gutting, wishing she could be participating herself. Setting the wet leather in the sun to dry, Taryn turned her attention to the red smeared liberally on her arms and torso.