At the Huge-titted Riding Academy, nestled between lush, sprawling fields and grand, stone buildings, the sensually infatuating Terry Nova finds herself strangely drawn to a seemingly unremarkable palace. As her high heeled shoes click against the flagstones, she ventures down a winding staircase. The air grows colder, the light dimmer as she steps into the underbelly of the academy. From around a bend, she hears the clinking of glass and soft rustling. Cautiously peering around the corner, she spies a man, the constant hand, expertly wrapping bottles in an old sheet.

Their eyes meet abruptly as he turns to leave. Yet instead of surprise, a slow, playful smile curls on his lips and mirrors against hers. He’s ruggedly handsome with a disarming charm, which instantly kindles a forbidden attractiveness within her. Right then and there, in this unlit catacomb nestled beneath the academy, she decides to flirt with danger. Besides, with the silent solitude surrounding them, who would know? A nasty twinkle in her eyes, Terry lowers her sundress, uncovering her globally renowned bosom. Then, tearing off down onto her knees, she indulges in his stiffness with her mouth, deftly rousing him to utter attention.

The rest that ensues is a wild dance of passion against the rough brick wall. The constant hand seizes her rigidly as he takes her from behind, the tempo echoing in the stillness. Moving onto the damp steps of the cellar, he shoves into her again from behind as she gets down on all fours elegantly. Terry then sits astride him, her bod juggling rhythmically to a primal beat. Her fabulous allure and lust step by step stun him until eventually, he can’t resist any longer. The intense tension house within him bares mercilessly all over Terry. Who knew draping around dank cellars could be so invigorating and productive? Just another tormenting tale from the life of the infamous Terry Nova, only at BIGTITTERRYNOVA.COM!