I wish someone could have taken a photo tocapture it.When the man had finished, he pulled up his Speedos. He theneffortlessly lifted both of us up on ...o each of his shoulders. We wereboth draped butt-first over the front of this mountain of a man. Irested my head on the side of his rock-hard chest just above hisSpeedos. A strong smell of sex still emanated from his cock which bobbedup and down in the lycra covering as we walked up the beach. I tried tokeep my long hair gathered but eventually. When I started to cover up he said he needs them to masturbate when I am not around. I considered he already has photos of my boobs. So I surrendered and started giving horny expression. I even removed my salwar and gave him all the poses like a cheap slut.I was ready to let him fuck me right then. But surprisingly he wore his salwar, took a few selfies with my nude body, and asked me to get dressed as it was getting late. I was in a trance until I got dressed and moved out of his shop. My. “Very apt after all your work among the flowers today,” he said.When he offered a nightcap, Claire opted for a whisky.“Highland, Speyside, Lowland or one from the islands?” he asked.“I have so much choice?” she asked, eyes sparkling. “I think a Speyside, would be nice.”“Twelve year old Cragganmore?” he asked.“Sounds wonderful,” she enthused.He poured her a generous dram, and presented it with a small jug of water.“What are you having?” she asked, noting another bottle on the table.“Old. I settled down in one swift movement, making him gasp with pleasure. I rocked back and forth, my clit striking his shaved balls. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I cried, and his cock repeatedly jammed into my spasming pussy.Gloriously, I felt him spray my insides with jet after jet of cum. I continued to hump him, rubbing my clit as my pussy squeezed him again and again. Finally, we were both spent. I sagged a little, feeling his hardness slowly ebb away."Are you ready?" I called."Not really, I'm.