I was also eager to do so. I lifted her legs and kept them on my shoulders and guided my penis to her pussy. Her head went back with pleasure and her ...airs were spread on back side. No lubricants were there except her pussy juices and my sliva. I inserted my tool with the help of the sliva. Her pussy opened for it. She moaned a bit. I pushed it inside the front of my cock entered and was welcomed by her pusssy, I felt a solid stretch on my cock. She was crying now. I pushed and some part of the. There was a small rest room in the greenhouse, so we took turns cleaning ourselves off and preparing ourselves for more fucking. (Tom once again was most organised, producing a douche from his bag so we could all be completely clean). Those who were naked put their underwear back on, even if anyone had wanted to, It was too warm to get fully dressed. Jon and Gunnar took their tops off to reveal their toned abdomens and chests, leaving just their trunks on. Sitting around on the sofas and rugs. And rose onto two feet.Closing her eyes, she let the water wet her down. She could feel her hair become one with her body. Fell it stick to her like ... like clothing. Starting at the top of her head, her hands began running down her body. Only when she was soaking, like this, could she truly feel her body. Could she feel ... human. Her hands came to her breasts, cupping them. They were firm, not changing shape when she stood like a person, filling her hands. Her stomach was flat, her hips. Making love to Daphne Bergendorf was definitely a marathon, not a sprint.She used her entire body to please me and herself. Somewhere along the way I gave up my seed but not my erection, and she chugged onward, using me like a human sized dildo.When Daphne Bergendorf comes, she says dirty words - a lot of very dirty words. It occurred to me that doing so somehow heightened the experience for her. Eventually I couldn’t hold back and my essence gushed forth like a wildcat oil well in west.