Chapter 1567 I Felt A Cock This Hard (Mature Fuck):>Ep3

• Clint blew out a long, slow breath through pursed lips once she was out of sight. He needed something, but he wasn't sure enough of his instincts to try for it. Access to the property was too advantageous to his quest for the rumored Boreal. He felt it was better safe than sorry.
• Of course, he knew he was going to be sorry he didn't jump at even the slightest chance to see the rest of those tits. As flustered as he was, he reasoned that he probably would have made a fool of himself, anyway. Content — for the time being — with that rationalization, he closed his eyes and attuned his ears to the sounds of the night.
• It wasn't long before he was rewarded. The hoot was that of a Horned Owl, but it provided an opportunity. While he wanted to confirm the presence of the Boreal, he was documenting the more common types of owls as well. He popped up from his chair and headed in the direction from which he'd heard the sound arise. He had little trouble negotiating the shin-high grass in the moonlight as he walked toward the largest of the barns. Once he neared the structure, the owl called again, narrowing down its location.