After they came inside, I discovered a spectacular vision. Marcus was dressed all in white with a few small pink accents. In his hair was a pale pin... bow. His white top was skin tight showing off his sweet pecs and stiff nipples. The top was very short… showing a band of belly skin between it and a beautiful white garter belt. It had slender straps leading down to white silk hose reaching downward from the top of his thighs. The straps were attached to small pale pink bows on the hose. . We had an impromptu naked photo shoot at an old barn. Hubby eventually moved further away, he liked getting a lot of background in to show me naked in the environment. After he'd got a few shots, we kissed and hubby got down on his knees. I shuddered at the touch of his tongue. We didn't take it any futher, I preferred to enjoy the aniticipation of getting back to the hotel, so I got dressed and we carried on walking.As we arrived at a river which fed the waterfall, I disappeared over a hill. Teasingly, slowly I pushed my cock into her tight pussy, wanting her to get used to me.Each thrust, while slow, was hard and deep. I kissed her neck multiple times, careful not to mark her. She started to moan, begging me to thrust faster. My cock was rubbing all of her sensitive spots in her incredibly tight virgin pussy, eliciting more moans from her. Gradually I started to thrust faster, already struggling to hold off from cumming.I drove my cock deep into her kissing her passionately as I. She kept her Catholicism quiet. She’d been baptized in the Church on Martinique as an infant and had received some instruction from the priests and from her owner. Her faith had been shattered by the loss of her baby and whatever churchgoing survived her loss of faith had lapsed when she was taken from Martinique and sold to Amélie’s father not long after she’d given birth. Her new owner and his family were non-practicing Christians and did not care a whit about Sandrine’s religion. Here in.