When I hear the word moor, I think dirty, stinking, filthy, nasty. Well this must also be true when transferred over to a persons name. Rebecca Moore was my morning slot today, looking tall, smart, blonde, beautiful and with an elegant flair. Well elegance went right out the window when it came down to brass tacks. I asked her what her limits were? She said she had no limits. Now I've met birds that have said this in the past and it's bullshit, because everyone's got limits. Though I was soon to find out that Rebecca wasn't lying. After I persuaded her to get her kit off she revealed a flawless tanned physique, long legs, a perfect arse leading up to a massive set of tits. Massive I tell you. Fake, but massive. So I get her to work her pussy... Fuck me, fingers went straight into both holes, it was like finger ping pong. Shocking. Next I got her to work on my cock... Fuck me, she didn't hold back, not an inch. She was like a starved pig, gobbling, licking and sucking. Wow. By this point I was dying to get into her snatch (and arse) so I went for it. Fucking her with all my might. Plunging my fat old helmet deep into her box. It felt really good, but not as good as when I took a trip into caramel town. Book me a room I'm fucking staying for the night, it was amazing. Most girls can't take all my length, especially when its up their bum, but good old Rebecca took it right to the hilt, practically poked her belly button. Now you can imagine what all this amazing arse fucking was doing. You guessed it, and when she began to fuck me so hard on top the white brigade came shooting out and straight up her arse. What an ending, she had fucking drained me, my afternoon interview can fuck off, I was spent.