'I hope to God you don't have this much trouble finding the goal on your wedding night.' 'Fuck off!' Tim retaliated, attempting--yet failing, I though... with an inward smirk--to look unconcerned as he loped down to the shore to retrieve the ball. 'When did you last have a shag, anyway?' Another of the guys took up the call. 'Yeah, Foster, when did you last have a shag?' All eyes, mine included, turned on the stocky, broad-chested male wearing bright red board-shorts.'Ah, well now,' he said,. I clawed his back with my nails and again begged him to fuck me faster, harder, deeper. Again he laughed and frustration rolled through me. I kicked the bed’s mattress, cursed and called him names, but nothing changed. He continued to slowly draw his cock in and out of me. My pussy muscles clenched his rod, working desperately to keep him locked and buried to the hilt inside its warm wet home. When he finally increased the tempo and the thrust of his piston action I felt I had won. But once. An' I love being fucked up the arse too..." she looked at me and smiled guiltily, "...you are gonna poke me arse, ain't ya, Daddy"? I nodded feverishly, "Oh yes, little bitch...rest assured..." Gemma beamed and then remembered something else, "Some days, I can hardly sit down...me arse and cunt are really sore, an' me jaw aches too..." the older woman at my side slowly shook her head and said softly, "My, my, Gemma! You really are a little whore, aren't you"? Gemma smiled and nodded rapidly and. She was shouting at me you sexy rascal.You are killing me and I turned her and we both kissed once again. Then she told that she can’t wait any more. She wanted me to insert bit before that I wanted to lick her clit. So we reached 69 again. I started to lick her clit and finger fuck her pussy. She started to suck my cork and balls. We both wear heading to climax. He told me to stop and insert. So I changed my position and kept my dick tip at her pussies entrance.Her pussy was badly wet hence.