She put her hands on my shirt again, and I acquiesced as she slowly removed them. A moment later she had pulled off my shirt, sending my glasses flyin..., and then eagerly unbuttoned my trousers.I felt both helpless and aroused as she yanked them to my ankles. I gingerly stepped out of them. I was now wearing only my boxers, and they were so tented with my arousal that they looked like they might burst at the seams. She looked down at the tent and intentionally wetted her lips before returning. I can not see any of their intimate parts, but I can hear them. The echo in the forest from skin on skin contact is clear, I can hear each time he thrusts into her as his balls hit her from behind, a beautiful echo to my ears. I envision his penis, wet and with no issues sliding into her. She is taking him, all of him.I lean on a tree and continue to watch and gaze at this passionate woodland fuck session. I take my hand and reach into my shorts. I move my thong to the side, which is soaked. It seemed to make more sense for me to sit on the floor in front of the seat while he sat on the toilet seat, even though the floor was filthy.I stood a little to the side as Manny pulled down his work pants and piss-stained, tight, white underwear down to his boots. I couldn’t see his cock yet since his shirt was hanging down in the way. I sat on the floor and Manny spread his legs and swung one leg over my head and sat on the seat. In that position I was between his legs which were resting on. She moaned loudly as she felt his lips nibbling her pussy through the hose. Suddenly he grabbed the nylon in both hands and pulled. Emily gasped as she heard a ripping sound, then his mouth was on her exposed pussy lips. He had torn away the crotch of her pantyhose. Emily moaned loudly as his tongue pressed between her swollen lips, delving inside her. He licked upward and rubbed his tongue flatly over her clit. His hands squeezed her thighs as he licked between her legs, pushing them.