It was the second reason, after the stench, why during the whole tour only two soldiers of our Regiment went with local girls. They reported their com...ades the worst sexual experience of their whole life. The poor girls were not simply dirty and smelling beyond tolerance: they were like dead corpses during coupling, since they were simply not feeling anything, and nobody could ever teach them how to fake… But you can’t ever criticize that tradition, since it was a religious local belief and you. Both Ingrid and Lydia began humping and bucking as their orgasms started to reach their peak. Ingrid was hollering for Lydia to suck faster on her clit and Lydia was moaning loudly as she struggled to keep her mouth and lips on Ingrid's clit as Ingrid's hips and cunt were wildly bucking up and down. My own cum was boiling in my balls and making its way up to my cock as I thrust my cock as hard as I could into Lydia's cunt.In about a half a minute all three of us exploded in massive simultaneous. She had a sheen of sweat covering her entire body. Her eyes looked glazed over and she was panting heavily. She pulled her fingers out of Julia’s pussy, which was less tight, but more wet now. She climbed on the bed and straddled Julia’s abdomen, leaning down she pressed her two soaked fingers against her friend’s lips and pushed. Julia opened her mouth and let Sara slide her fingers, coated in her cum, into her mouth and over her tongue. She was so out of it that she didn’t care, and in fact,. “… and we met the Cassidys here last year; she’s Bethany and he’s Carl and they’re here again this time which …” She’s standing too close, invading my personal space, the soft glow of her flesh mere inches from my own sensitised skin. I could reach out a hand and touch her, feel her heat beneath my fingers, place them on her full breasts and marvel as they jiggle beneath my touch. But it is her fingers that control, that ease my chin, my wordless mouth and my dilated, starring pupils ever.