Of course I said yes—he was fucking fine as hell. Tall, muscular, and sweaty, with the kind of humid sheen that coats your body on a steamy beach, i... a cramped club. We dirty-danced for an hour straight. He could move too. That slow grind that turns me on. When a man moves like that, you know the sex is going to be mind-blowing. I knew we were going to fuck, and I couldn’t wait. When he asked me to step outside with him and take a walk on the beach, I didn’t hesitate. I was going to get what I. I don't usually wear much make up at all, and I never realized how attractive I could be with it on. Smiling, he handed me a large pair of silver hoop earrings and I placed them in my ears. I sprayed a little cologne on my wrists, and dabbed it behind my ears and my knees. Finished, I turned from the mirror and faced him, my eyes lowered, waiting his approval. "You're beautiful" he whispered, and lifting my chin with his hand, he kissed me and put his arms around me. I felt drawn into him like. Our record for one day was five cumshots each.The weekends were different. Someone was at my or his house almost all of the time so we had to control ourselves until Monday came along. But sometimes we couldn't hold back and we would do it outdoors. Either behind some thick bushes in his yard or in the narrow walkway that was between our wooden backyard fence and the neighbor's detached garage. Risky for sure, but it was a risk we could manage by checking out the area beforehand, by doing it. “OHHHH GODDDDD!!!” Shelly, Erin, and Sam all moaned in unison, their orgasms all building up at the same time. “OHHHH FUCKKKK YEEEEAHHH!!!” The multiple orgasms were too much for me, driving far over the edge with enough power to nearly go cross-eyed and knock me out cold as I came rope after rope in almost the double digits into Erin's pussy, with Sam's honey juice shooting all over me, nearly drowning me, and both being driven by Shelly's still sucking away hard like there was no tomorrow.