Nice and big and thick. Her hands reached in and pulled it out gently. His large instrument and she was going to solo on it. She breathed on it. He gr...aned. She kissed the tip. She rolled back the foreskin and slowly kissed the tip more, slowly languishing the tip of her tongue on the tips of his cock. Running her tongue around the base of the cock head, slowly, slowly. His cock growing rigid in her masterful hands. She slowly moved her hands up and down his shaft. Then ran her tongue expertly. His name was Peter. He was from Amsterdam and in Cabo with his friend to have fun. He was twenty-six, 6'3", 180 pounds, blonde and perfect six-pack abs. In his speedo (yes, these Europeans love their speedos!), you could see his package size, and I must say, it was very inviting. We met at the pool where me and my girlfriend were relaxing, dipping and drinking. He and his friend made their way over to us girls and started to chat. We girls, without saying a word figured out who gets which guy.. She flexed and wriggled, held in place by Teluri’s hand. She began to lift her legs with each slap.Teluri spoke as she continued the punishing rhythm“You just have to tell me the secret and I’ll stop. I know you want to tell me anyway.”Clarrisa let out a little cry as another slap found her bottom and then began to answer, her voice breaking as the slaps continued.“I won’t be… telling you… anything…” She gave another soft yelp “This is… nothing…”Teluri let herself smile. She wondered how far. "Was the dance floor crowded?"Tammy nodded, blushing now."Did you like dancing close?"Alarm flooded her face. "Sammy," she whined, "let me go." You like dancing close, didn't you?" Let me go, please," she pleaded."Tell me."Tammy was a senior in college and two years older than me but for that moment I was talking to her like it was Brenda, age eight, in my arms. She looked up and whispered, "Yes." Did you like dancing with me?"Again, she gave me a little-girl stare and again, I mistook her for.