Any lingering questions Anon harbored were stifled in his throat as he beheld the provocative sight before him. First thing he focused on were Minuette's glistening, fat asscheeks, which gently jiggled with each bounce of her hips. Between the plush buns, her taut ponut beckoned, teasing him with its allure. Sparkling with sweat, the mound of pleasure demanded attention, attention Anon would happily provide. Even with his cock now straining against his pants, the visual spectacle didn't end there. Just below, her marehood winked provocatively, already dripping with arousal. A minty-sweet scent emanated from it and filled the air, intoxicating Anon's senses and hurtling him down the path of debauchery.