Emi chestunnavu, naku edolaga undi annadi.. pada mari vantagadiloki pada anna ante tanu velli nakosam wait chestundi nenu melliga vella nu tanu tensio... ga undi nenu velli tananu venakala nundi kavgalinchukonna tanu emanindi ante ……abbba enti evaranna vastaru naku bhayam ga undi nenu velutanu annadi , nenu melliga tana top ettanu ante stun aaipoyanu tana sallu chusi, tanaku inka palinlu raledu shape matram undi vatini pattukonna, vaka chesto pattukoni pisukutunna melliga tana meda mida muddu. Amber shrieked as I bit down, turning her head to bury it in my sheets, muffling her depraved screams of pleasure. Her cries subsided a few seconds later, just before I gave her throbbing, swollen clit a firm, swift swat. Another scream reverberated through my mattress as her whole body convulsed and bucked against the incessant pounding of my dick. “Again!” I could just hear her yell into my sheets. Another firm, solid blow sent a torrent of profane shrieks from her as I felt her pussy tighten. I was twenty years old, my girlfriend Amy and I had just returned from my first nudist experience at “Black’s Beach” near San Diego, and had to wait a couple of hours to shower off the sand and salt. I learned from my neighbor the reason for the wait was due to a water-main break near my house. The build-up of sand/salt in my pubic area was so itchy it was driving me nuts (pun intended). I couldn’t stand it another minute, so at the suggestion of Amy I began to trim my pubic hair as short as I. The pressure on the bar was instantly terrible, but on the wrists suddenly there was no pressure at all. the full body weight was now pressing on her clit and the perenium an area that other than while riding a bicycle had never received this sort of pressure, and even then, with a saddle to spread the weight. The hard and cold bar slowly began to warm to her body`s heat as bruising pain ran from her crutch to her brain, messages telling her head to support her body relieve the pressure on her.