I beg him to pull out long enough so I can lick his mast and eat my girly pearl. He obliges and I taste a delicious soup of manly pre-come and spit in...ermingled with girl come and tampon. For good measure I take his testicles in my mouth again and I eat the sweat from his balls. He enjoys the wick cleaning but quickly returns to pile driving into my defenseless puss. He rips my shredded panties from my sweat and spit drenched thighs. His big male hands stuff my throat with my own panties. Finally he layed me in my back for the best part of the show. He pushed my thighs back, as my feet were high in the air and he began to deep stroke. Taking all 9 inches of his thick strong cock I couldn't help but scream. My cousin was passed out and couldn't Hear so I didn't hold back. Begging him not to stop. You could hear the sound of his cock squishing my pussy sending juices flying. The sound of his body smacking against mine. I loved it! He fucked me hard and fast until he had to pull. That was a great shame, while I could put up with a tent, I loved being part of nature, not just being in it. ‘Thanks Mike,’ I said, looking up into his lovely face, and he was obviously so taken with the smile that he got back that he bent down and kissed me. ‘No Maggie, thank you baby.’ We spent the rest of the day making out, kissing, petting, heavy petting before another fantastic love making session under our full moon. Again we rolled and writhed under the fool moon, and I can still. “That was the night you had me fuck you doggie-style, isn’t it?” I asked, already remembering the answer.“Hey, you do remember,” she replied with a grin. “Yeah, I figured the only way to be sure about how deep he went and how hard he shot was to have you fuck me in the same position. It felt good. I didn’t get off again, but I already did, what, three times that day? So I didn’t mind. You definitely didn’t thrust as deep, and your cum didn’t hit the same spots, but it felt good getting fucked.