Whether there are continental All Souls Day or Anglo-Saxon Halloween I can feel something touchy in me several nights before these days occur. And my desire to be with soul mate at night in the deep forest is peaking … I’m eager to build a fire, to be fucked near the fire and be slightly punished beside the fire maybe for the salvation of my soul. … That day we built a fire near our cottage. I was sitting on a log and thinking about my soul and my tits. I was thinking about myself like about a witch which would have been burnt in the dark middle ages just because she had had such large boobs. They would torment my breast until they fell off me. … I must admit that the thought of having my boobs be cut off by an axe on a log and thrown into the fire flashed through my mind. However, before I could ask for that my cameraboy gave his penis into my mouth and I gave him gentle blow job. Thereafter he started to fuck me. At first he was fucking me gently, slowly and feelingly. But later he started to fuck me harder, punish my tits and pulling my hair. At the end he exploded on my heavy udders and so he lost all passion to do anything else with my boobs … If you pay attention to something else than porn itself you’ll may observe green souls of dead …