‘Do you want a shower or anything before we get started?’ I offered. ‘I usually start with a swim,’ she said, looking around her at the clear,...blue waters of the lagoon. ‘Do you mind?’ Well no, of course I didn’t mind. ‘Great,’ she said, and with that–as if it were the most natural thing in the world–she put down her coffee cup, stood up, turned around, stripped the T-shirt off over her head, and dived into the water. I just sat there, holding a half-eaten cinnamon roll. ————— To be truthful,. Her sultry blue eyes locked with the lens and she slid her tongue slowly between her teeth, pausing momentarily before caressing her plump lower lip with the pink tip. With the devil in her well and truly taking control, Larissa drew the palm of her hand up the length of her leg and over the rise of her hip and brought it down with a sharp crack against the curve of her bottom. She threw her head back and laughed, delighted with herself, before she twirled and danced through the door way into. ”“Uh-huh, yes, oh fuck baby, I am cumming!”It took awhile for us to calm down. We then began to talk about what we could do, besides laying nude on a blanket, on the beach, under the stars.I drifted off to dreamland, to a tropical island, with warm surf, a starlit sky, and Marcus. The next day I decided to pack and got so excited during the process that I had to stop to masturbate. Although the trip was just a week away, I swear each day went by slower than molasses. One night, the following. " I said nudging a bit at her, assured I was between her lips.I saw happy tears forming in her eyes and I pushed into her wet pussy. She reached and quickly grabbed my arms, as if to hold on for a hard ride, but I slowly sank into her while watching her worried face until I was pubic bone to pubic bone with her."God, you're so big, I'm so stretched, but you feel so good!" she exclaimed as she tried to pull me close to her, but I flex more blood to my tip and moved out and in again."Oh God! It's.