Her slacks came off as if by magic along with her panties, there was no foreplay just hold his cock steady swing her legs either side of him and guide...that long hard cock into herself. Talk about wham bam thank you man, she rode him like a bucking bronco, if anyone had been within two hundred yards they would have wondered what the hell was going on as Anne was screaming in ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. I was sort of taken aback, she normally takes a bit of time before. We walked slowly back towards the farm, both happy and content in our lives and not having a care in the world. The walk back was non eventful but lovely as we cuddled, kissed and chatted as the sun set and the cold night air and gaining darkness took over from the summer sun. We could see the farm house and gite as we turned the last corner and saw the whisps of smoke coming from the farm house chimney. We walked up to the porch way of the farm house and I stopped you pulling you back by your. Her long lavender nails grazed his pale Celtic skin. A soft, guttural growl emerged from Patrick’s throat as her fingers slid down to his hairless scrotum. ‘Donnez-moi votre sperme,’ she pleaded. ‘All in good time, babe,’ he replied. ‘First I want to make your cunt drip.’ Patrick kissed his way to his wife’s familiar vulva. His skilled tongue work reflected over two years of practice in their marital bed. Gone were the nervous nights following their wedding when he was unsure of how to please. Goodbye Isabelle. Your heart belongs to the sea now’ Running fingers through her dark hair, she turned her head towards land, and stood to leave. ‘NO!’ cried Isabelle, diving into the water ‘No! You can’t do this to me! This isn’t right! Come back!’ Furiously, she swam up to the massive wooden beam of the pier and grabbed hold of it with both arms. ‘You can’t steal him from me! You can’t steal my life!’ she wailed through the tears which now streamed down her cheeks. She tried desperately to.