.”He did, keeping at it until she came again, convulsing and bringing her hands around to drive her nails into his chest. That hurt, but she was com...letely lost in the sensations her body had craved for far too long. Still she didn’t slow down, her sweat dripping onto his body as she urged him on.“Cum, cum,” she said. “Fill it. Fill mi coño, my cunt.”When he sensed it was time, he pushed into her holding tightly onto her hips so she couldn’t move and blasted her tunnel with his cum. That set. They were in their 30s and had been visiting the island for years. I'd remembered their names as Yan the man and Christie shared my name. Yan and I sat on the balcony and had a stimulating conversation about music. He was solid muscular with Japanese style tattoos and the trade mark blonde hair blue eyes. We sat on the balcony and Yan told me about places he'd travelled to. Cambodia, Thailand, Turkey, south America, Brazil amd he met Christie living in Amsterdam. I told him about tje Scottish. Soon I was kissing her boobs and my one hand was rubbing her pussy, her hand was trying to find a way into my jeans. I realized that offered her to remove them, she quickly removed my jeans and underwear. We were both naked now. I was kissing her boobs and rubbing her pussy, she was stroking my penis with her hands. I whispered in her ears, bedroom, to which she offered her body. I carried her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Now I was over her, my dick near her pussy, my lips over. "She's mentioned you a lot." "Since high school." Simon tried to ignore the foot. "I've gotta ask you something, then." When Simon nodded, Ron continued, "Have you ever seen the scar on her leg?" Simon felt himself tense up but tried not to show it. "I saw a little, once. I was with her when it happened." Ron gave him a conspiratorial grin. "I gotta say, I hope I don't see all of it. I accidentally saw her leg the other night, and my God, it looked like alligator skin or something." Simon tried.