Holy Night Unholy Thoughts

Holy was the night
Unholy was the thought
Lying spread on the grassy bed
Her pussy was the battleground
Fighters were the thick dick
All holes were filled and
One after another
Boobs kneaded mercilessly  
But her pussy still
Yearning for more
Fight was among the dick
To calm her brewing lust
She was cumming like waterfall
And was getting fucked
Like she deserved