She grabbed my face and stuffed it forcibly in her pussy, “I want to come again! Do it harder!” she shouted at me. I licked her pussy and jerked m... head side to side hard as she came once again, staining the white linen. She got up, her naked breasts heaving. She was breathless as she stared in my eyes and kissed me again. I knew she could taste her juices at the back of my mouth. She groped for my crotch and got up from the bed. She made me lie down or rather pushed me on the bed as she. She fell on the bed, laughing. I turned towards her, and started to spoon her. I inserted my dick into her sideways and pumped her brains out. Her pussy was wet and squishy. Along with the creaking noises of the bed, the “ploosh-ploosh” sound of her pussy was like Rahman’s music to my ears.I grabbed her boobs from behind and started kneading them. I had never fucked a woman who squirted 3 times during sex. She was enjoying it and pushed her stomach outwards like a arch to feel my dick deeper in. ” She replied.“Did you have any trouble?” he asked.“No Mister, no trouble.” she said meekly.“Good. I think I have everything we’ll need; OK stand up. We’ll get into the tent now for some of that live action you’ve been so desperate for.”She got shakily to her feet, he placed a hand on her arm to help her. She felt a duffel bag or backpack bump her leg as she turned.He let go her arm and she heard the sound of the zipper of the tent being raised. “OK crawl in.” he ordered.She did so and felt him. This was not the case on Mark and Talia’s secluded beach, where they were often visited by the gods of two pantheons. They would sometimes drop by singly, and sometimes in small groups of no more than five. A few of their discussions on morality and policy went on continuously for days.The middle four hours of their workday was spent traveling and talking to people. This involved anything from informal chats over tea with chance-met citizens in a hostelry they’d picked at random, to formal.