He growled, enjoying the feeling of her tight hole wrapped around his manhood. He kept that pace for a while, that slow torturous rhythm. It drove her...wild. Without warning, he pulled back and slammed his length hard and fast into her. She let out a loud moan. He reached around and covered her mouth with his hand as he started to ravage her little body. She was so wet she could feel her juices dripping down her leg as he took her hard and fast. That familiar tension built in her depths again.. Dropping the cylinder back into her bag she lowered her head once more as she continued her ministrations with both hands. Janey darted out her tongue and forced it into the opening of Craig’s foreskin. Her hands still doing their work on both shafts. “I’ve always wanted to try that.” She said as she paused long enough to pull back the foreskin completely. Then she lowered her head taking Craig’s bell into her mouth. She forced her lips tightly down the shaft of Craig’s cock, leaving a bright. ..Now I know why the French call it "La Petite Mort." As I slowly regained my focus I felt his arms about me. Master was holding me and softly kissing my neck, as he stroked his erection slowly in my still quivering center. I wriggled my bottom as I snuggled back into his arms and let a contented sigh escape my lips. We stayed like that for a year or two, just being together and joined. Master stroked into me just enough to keep his erection, while we exchanged tender kisses and murmurs, no. "Ever fucked in the back yard before?" she asked"No, have you?" I replied"No but there is always a first time," replied TammyWe moved over to the picnic table on the patio and I gently pushed her down on the table. The moon light cast a soft white light over her body. I took in the vision of her laying there, the way her breasts rose and fell as she breathed,her hard nipples pointing upwards toward the night skyI moved and went to my knees and she opened her legs wide exposing her juicy and wet.