He was behind her and kneeling down on the floor and moving her hips into a position for him to do something. Then she felt the head of his prick push...d against her pink folds of flesh around her pussy, opening her up and then sliding into her. “Fuck Mom, you are literally gushing with juices and I have not even started to fuck you!!! You really are a whore! Wait until I tell the guys! They will all want to take turns fucking your creamy pussy and licking you up!” He slid all of the way to his. I now pushed Adela onto a bench in the courtyard, where the weddings ended up being held, easing into her cunt from behind to consummate the marriage in public. I used her relentlessly, grabbing her fine pale ass as I drove balls deep inside her sweet British twat. I even pulled her hair for a bit. My best response from her came when I slapped her bottom, making her push back with me with a level of ardor that belied the reputation of Englishwomen. Far from minding what I did to her, Adela. I broke the silence and kissed her again. Initially, she showing some resistance but she also wants it. I know by her body language. We both are excited. I lifted her in my arms and we went into my bedroom. We literally started tongue fighting, sucking each other’s lips.I was making her moaning. I kissed her neck, the whole face, earlobes. She felt a wave of tingling sensations through her body. She was moving like a fish outside water. She was liking it and co-operating fully. She moaning. I felt quite excited as we headed back to the beach. The vibrations from the engine of the Bonneville throbbed around my thighs as my cock stiffened inside my leather chaps. I held onto Evan for dear life as he threw us around the corners of the long, winding coastal road. This time we parked near our chosen pillbox. We kissed passionately at length before he led me back through the brambles to our venue. It was now late evening and fortunately, no-one else was around. We flashed our torches to.