The giant redwood jerked in my light grip and muscles drove the wood right up. Hard. It speared through my circled fist. Except. The foreskin didn�...�t come through. Only the purple and pink crown came through. Holy shit. I didn’t know cocks could shed their skin like that. Like a snake? I couldn’t pretend that it was a tree anymore. The thing in my hand was a cock and I wondered what else I didn’t know about it. I stroked it. And as I stroked, it thrust against me, accentuating every. As I parted my knees my skirt slid a little higher up my thighs. Hoping to give him an easy access to my burning pussy. Not wanting to delay any longer I took hold of his hand I guided under my skirt and placed it on the wet, sticky flesh of my inner thighs. "You see," I said. "You aren't the only one who's over sexed at the moment, I am as well."As he moved his hand further up my thigh his fingers suddenly found the outline of the hot, wet pouting lips of my slit. I groaned and nearly fainted. Pushed her to bed and removed her top and pants, she removed mine with a lot of force which tore my t-shirt. This made me, even more, to want to bang her hard. She unzipped and removed my pants and started sucking my cock like a mad dog, licking a bone, that was most insane blowjob I ever received till now.I removed her bra and started licking her melons and started fingering her hard, she moaned loudly and shouted at me to continue it for a while.After that grabbed my condom and started. Pencil skirts, elegant dresses, blouses. But when she’s on vacation she is so much more free in terms of what she wears. I watched her pulling on denim shorts just barely covering her cheeks. And on top, she went with a white shirt with a palm print. Cliche? A bit, but it works - it’s a wonderful design. And I guessed right, noticing she decided to leave the bra in the drawer.“You ready, Marcus?” she turned to me. I kind of was-you know how guys are, they just wear some trousers and a t-shirt.