She meets my every thrust, with her own thrust. Soon I became tired and needed a break. I rolled off her and she climbs on top of me, inserting my coc... back inside of her hot pussy. She rides me in cow girl style. It seems like we fucked for an hour like that, it really was probably only five minutes. I pushed her off me and turned her over and fucked her dog style. Soon my nut started to boil and I shot my load of cum deep inside of her aroused pussy.We both collapsed into a heap next to each. I continued massaging her until she couldn't stand it any longer. She took my hand and laid it directly on her very very wet pussy. No words were spoken, no words were needed, and both of us knew exactly what she wanted. I started to massage her pussy with the base of my hand, pouring a little more oil. Her pussy was now slippery with oil and her juices; I then parted the lips and slowly started a tattoo along the inside of her lips with my fingers. She was now on fire; she was moaning in low. Along the hairline from her left ear to the back of her neck, the words ‘The heart has its reasons which reason knows not’ were written. On the right side of her graceful neck, he could see an endless knot in green ink. Glancing further down, on her left breast, just above the nipple was ‘JACK’ in large letters. (He stopped breathing for a moment when he saw that one.) Wrapped around her left leg, from the top of her foot up to her hip and covering part of her back was an elaborate tattoo of a. I couldn’t help but look down into her top. I’m sure she noticed—women are good at detecting that—but she didn’t say anything. “It’s cooling off,” I said. “We should get dried off and get dressed. “Do you have a towel I can use?” she asked. I went into the cabin, brought out a clean towel, and handed it to her. She dried her body. I longed to dry it for her. “Do you have enough water for me to rinse the salt out of my hair?” she asked. “I have plenty of water, hot water even. Would you like to.