“That’s it, slut. Fuck my snatch with your nasty tongue.”I whimpered into her slit as I felt he lean forward, hands resting on my small tits, fl...ttening my stiff nipples with her palms and digging her nails into my soft flesh sending jolts of g through my chest. Toes curling, my feet lifted off the floor as she forced a sharp gasp of pain from me, digging her fingers suddenly harder.“That’s for letting my husband fuck you. And this-“ I felt my nipples being twisted hard. “Is for blowing him in. She couldn’t take my fingers anymore, but was ready for my aching cock. I shed my boxers quickly and got on top of her, grabbing her ass with both hands as I easily thrust my cock all of the way into her tight wet snatch. After hours of pleasuring her and only dry-humping her leg, I unleashed myself upon her, kissing her and pulling her hips into mine with every thrust. As I was about to cum, she told me to stop, feeling my pace slowing as I edged towards orgasm. I unstrapped her and she bent. The wine was chilled and we had a nice time. Soft kisses between bites, silly things like that. After eating, we decided to sun a little. I couldn't help but keep looking over at her robust body. Those large, firm breasts were killers. We sipped our wine, which help her get a little loosed lipped. That's when I knew things were going to get good. 'Coming to this beach reminds me of a dream I had the other night.' she said. 'What was your dream about?' I asked. 'Maybe I really shouldn't tell. Your deepest desires, your darkest fantasies. We can do that for you. You just have to let yourself go.” He steps into the room, pulling me with him. Before me is a scene from, well, I don’t know what. It’s like a combination of a porno set, a dungeon, a gynecologist’s office, and a classy boudoir all rolled into one package. Somehow it all flows together and looks classy though. Each piece of furniture looks expensive, and depending on which direction you are facing you could be anywhere. He.