Taking my cock in hand, I nudge it into your ass. My hands briefly gliding over your hardness, before running up your stomach, your chest. My fingers ...inding your nipples. Tweaking, pulling at them as my cock slides slowly into you.Beginning to rock into your ass. My index and thumb pinching and pulling at your nipples still.Picking up the pace, my hands rub back down your body, flowing down to your crotch. One hand drifting under to rub the luscious spot between your ass and balls.The other. I was so happy. Itwas a pleasure to rise to talk to my guests and feel them respondingto me as a woman. It was wonderful cutting the cake with Emmaalongside me, obviously proud to be my consort. The dancing after themeal was another experience I shall never forget. I was obviously thecentre of attention ? what bride is not on her wedding day? ? and manymen asked me to dance as well as women. In fact on one occasion whenthe hotel DJ put in a waltz for the sake of our older guests I. Caressing her curves. Catching himself before he fell too far, Dillon clicked on the image and turned his attention to the phone. Doing his best to read through the severely cracked screen. Squinting his eyes, his finger followed along the options until he found what he hoped was Facebook. Clicking it, he was then met with a pop-up box.Password has been changed from another device“Ah SHIT!” He spat out loud, looking along the other options.Instagram? Perfect!Tapping the accept button, the image. Her clit was throbbing and she was certain that the moisture oozing from her would be visible on the red bikini bottom. She blushed slightly at the thought and closed her eyes, enjoying the rhythmic sensation of her pussy being pushed closed and then pulled open under her bikini bottom, soaking it in her love juices. She bit her lip as a tiny shudder emanated from deep within her. She felt sweat rolling down her brow, her back and inside her cleavage. She pushed her head backwards into her.