Don’t tempt me with him taking nude photos with us, too, especially in my moment of weakness. If he had ever gotten close to my pussy with his cock,...I would still be riding him.”Naomi asked her, “Would you actually be brave enough to take his naked cock right here on this tennis court? What if all of us gathered around, while capturing the action on video and photo stills?”“You tempt me, Naomi. I can see Guy’s cock swelling inside his sweat pants, and that makes my pussy wet. He could have. She was never sure what a guy she'd never met would be like.He gripped her shoulders. He was really moving, and the head of his cock had turned nearly purple with blood as he fought it. But finally it was too much. He groaned, and come shot up to her face. She caught some of it in her mouth. The rest spattered across her face. His next few spurts landed on her chest and boobs. She could feel him losing the tension. He kept it going as long as he could, but after one last half-hearted dribble,. After around 20 mins, I felt someone standing behind me and tapping on my shoulder. It was Anita. Oh gosh!!!! I never imagined her to be like this. She was looking preety young, may be around early 30’s, with a perfect body, 38-31-38, wearing a light green colour saree (purposely not wore a black one as she wanted to see who I am first), long silky hair, fair, brown eyes. I got flattered. I was speechless. She said HI!!! I am Anita. Looking for me? I said yes in a trembling voice… she said lets. In this design. Thank you for those thoughts. That's right; I caught you.She was so small. I could have picked her up, and held her against me tight, but that wasn't what she wanted. Her hand crept up, behind my neck, and pulled my face down to hers. I could smell her breath; coffee and chocolate could never even try to rival this smell. She smelt of decadence, of richness so opulent you could only have a small amount before it was enough.I kept my eyes open, watching her face. She was.