I wanna see the full effect" I say with a little glint in my eye. She spins, showing the thin lines holding a tiny piece of fabric against her pussy. ... thin piece of fabric that pulls in just enough to make out the outline of her sweet lips. In a word, she was hot. A short skirt, a pair of heels, and we are on the way out the door. Two good looking people looking food fun and drink.I found a quaint little place out of the way online. "Great Food. Better bar" is it's claim to fame. We are seated. Your hips writhe against my face as your senses respond to the twin assaults of my hands and tongue on your most sensitive parts. Trapped between my belly and the unyielding car bonnet, my cock is an aching bar of desire demanding urgent attention, yet is your arousal that I first seek. You whimper with frustration at the rush of cool air over your hot, weeping pussy as I lift my mouth from your swollen nether lips. Briefly releasing your breasts I grasp your ankles, bringing your legs in front. I laughed at my own image reflected in the mirror. I knew I could never wear such a scandalous swimsuit in the States; but here it seemed to be normal: after all, Brazilians had invented the G-string thong…Wearing a light summer dress, a pair of sandal heels and sunglasses, I grabbed my beach bag and headed to the coast. The beach was full of people, although it was almost midday and the heat was unbearable at that moment.I wanted some privacy in a secluded place, to lay almost naked on the. She was so startlingly beautiful in that instant, saliva and precum coating her lips and cheeks and chin, a wisp of dark brown hair fallen from its place in her French twist, now caught against her left cheek by the wetness lingering there. “Please what, Ian?” Oh God, did I want her. I wanted to kiss lick nibble every inch of her, wanted to literally consume her, wanted to fuck her so that she would never want to be fucked by anyone else ever again, wanted to be the best she had ever had or.