Her hands continue to flow over him and around his strong pecks and down his chest and abs. All oiled up, they lay there basking in the sun. Their bod...es soaked up all the warmth. The cool ocean breeze keeps them cool on the beach. Both drift off into nice naps after turning over once. In their dreams, they can’t keep their hands off each other. Both are grappling with the intense wild sex they had yesterday and earlier that morning. They knew it was going to be a wild trip, but so far it was. She kept going like I play with her boobs and in no time I started moaning. I can hear her giggles but I totally lost myself. she kept running her hands on my shaved upper body and kept sucking my nipples with added occasional dick slaps and suddenly stopped. Without my knowledge, i said “please”. she giggled and said “what?” I didn’t reply but was shivering then she whispered in my ear “do you want more?”Me: YesRiya: Then beg for it.Me: I want more Riya.Riya: I said beg! *slapped my dick*Me:. Taking it as a good signal, I brought my hands under his T-Shirt and started rubbing his dried, wrinkled torso. His mood began to soften. He was receiving my attention quite well. Then, I lowered my hands and caressed his already bulging crotch over the fabric of his jeans. He threw an arm behind my back, his hand landing on one my ass cheeks, which was scantly covered by the worn out fabric of my boxer. He, then, tightened my body against his and kissed me on the lips. His thin, dried. Clarissa had a body that would have made the Pope sweat. She's the only woman I've ever seen who had a figure of Barbie-doll proportions: long, long legs, a tiny waist between moderate hips and big tits that defied gravity. Her oval face rode atop a regally long neck. Throw in bee-stung lips, doe eyes and a halo of sun-blonde hair and that's her.As if her natural attractions weren't enough, she had a pro's touch with a makeup brush. Sapphire eyeshadow, blushing cheeks, a high gloss on those.