Wake up and smell the coffeeAt one such party Federico sat in a chair admiring his hard work these past months when suddenly something caught his eye ...n the far distance. He wrinkled his eyebrows and left his flaunting females in order to stand up straight and have a closer look at the phenomena. A tree, left to its own devices, all uncut and unshaped! How could this happen in his kingdom of perfect garden culture? He was gobsmacked and utterly scared. Suddenly he just had to get away from all. I was happy and picked her up on the way and I drove to Coorg and I had already booked a room which was in the middle of the coffee estate and mother nature who was simply beautiful. We spoke a lot during the journey and reached the place by afternoon. After reaching there had lunch and rested for some time around evening it’s started to drizzle and it was more beautiful and everything became so romantic.. I was looking into her eyes and without saying anything I smooched her this time she. Momentum building, hand on her shoulder to brace, as he plunged great cream-lubed strokes. Kimmie beside her, taking it just as hard, just as deep. Respectable gals on a ski-break, bent over and anally ploughed. Caring fiancés turned lust-demented studs, striving to outdo each other’s rump-reaming efforts. Packing hard meat up their slut-girlfriends’ holes till the sluts screamed and the studs erupted, pumping asses full of hot cream. Jennifer rubbed out an orgasm on her clit and encouraged. Treating her like his bitch, she loved every minute of it. She wasn't even moving her own head. He had her head in his hands and was fucking her face, while making eye contact. The look in his eye told her even when he came. He would fuck her next. She couldn't help but cum all over again."Ohh fuck..fuck...shit..here it cums bitch." Eith one last grunt, he thrusted as deep as he could and came down her throat. "Don't spill a single drop." Her eyes widened, she wasn't ready for the amount of.