His pace quickens. His cock still moving in long strokes... but harder now... quicker now. My hand goes to my cock so I can come for Paul just before ...e finishes. He likes that. He likes to see me stroke myself and watch the creamy proof of my enjoyment as he nears his own climax. I can feel his thickness in me and it makes me harder. My pre-cum lubricates me as I masturbate... I'm in ecstasy, moaning loudly as I near the breaking point. Paul senses how close I am and grunts as he starts to go. We got it all sorted out and set up, chuckling most of the way.I ducked into the tent and put up the room divider. It's kind of flimsy and doesn't really divide the tent all that much into two rooms; there is still a lot of space on either side of the divider. However, it gives us the illusion of privacy. Once the divider was up, I pulled in the bedding and set up our beds, one on each side of the divider, then pulled in our clothing bags so everything was in the tent that needed to be.When I. It read “I think it will be tasty if you have a taste for it ;)”She was seeing me read the message..I turned towards her and she pulled her top down to show the top of her cleavage..By then both of us were clear that we will have fun..I smiled and winked at her..Then I texted her “Lets wait for others to sleep”..She replied “Ok..but I can’t wait for it”..She was sitting on the right side of me..Now I caught her left hand between our seats..She left her cleavage open..I stared at that and was. Facing your pussy directly, I bring my tongue into play, lapping at a leisurely pace from the very base up between your folds and stopping a breath away from your clit.Again and again I do this, each full sweep driving you frustratingly closer and higher, yet not quite delivering. You growl at me, begging for more contact and my eyes flick to rest on yours. Gauging. You might think you mean it, but I can tell they're just words at this stage.I'll know when you really mean it.Lapping at a.