The view, albeit obstructed by her free-flowing dress, was one to die for. In retrospect, gave it all a little room for imagination.
His tongue swirled to the gyration of my waist as his dick part my labial lips and my clit touched his dickhead then the whole shaft ran under it.
I couldn’t control my panting. It was heavy. I leaned back, pushed his head deeper and let him have all of me.
I wanted this guy. I had wanted him since the first day I stumbled upon this place. I wanted him to play me all night long. I wanted those hands all over me. Problem was, I did not think he liked me the same way.