Her long, blonde hair, plump boobs, and perfectly tanned skin looked absolutely amazing. Unable to resist her for another second, I climbed on top of...her, with my bare chest pressing up against hers and our lips wrestling with each other’s once again. With my heart racing a mile a minute, my hips started grinding up against hers. My bulging cock was itching to escape its current imprisonment. Moving her hair out of the way with my hands, I began kissing her neck as she passionately moaned. . She was determined to havethe most fun she ever had, unafraid to try any activity the camp offered.She recalled the camp brochure mentioned swimming, archery, andhorseback riding. She only hoped it would be as good as the brochureclaimed.The driver sped up on the down slope. In the far distance, Lesley couldfinally see the totem entrance of the camp?s main gate above the trees.Suddenly the driver slammed his foot on the brake. The tires squealed to ahalt in front of the camp, sending all of the. Fuck...you are so much bigger than my cuck. Please​​ fuck me" Sara cried.Tyrone began thrusting in to her and the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. "Oh my god!" exhaled Sara before Tyrone retracted and once again slammed in to her. Sara's cries of pleasure continued to echo around the room for the next few minutes as her loud exhales of air matched the rhythm of Tyrone's punishing thrusts. "Fuck me harder," begged Sara, moving her hands to Tyrone's ass. Her fingers dug. There's a lump in my throat the size of a Buick ... No, not my throat, the girl's throat. Fear occupies her body like some eldritch god, she can scarcely move. Well, not all of that is down to fear I realise soon enough. Her hands are bound, handcuffs tightened way too tight around her slim, bony wrists.I struggle, whimper, unsure now which sounds and actions are hers and which are mine. Her pulse drums in my ears. I hear footsteps and it quickens. There's that undercurrent of arousal of.