Finally, he feels the tidal surge deep within his balls. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” he groans. Obediently, Christine drops back into a sittin... position and opens her mouth wide. She feels the warm splash of the stud’s man sludge hitting her outstretched tongue. The stud groans deeply as his tool continues to spurt, flinging globs of white genetic slime at Christine’s face and into her open mouth. Finally, the stud’s orgasm spends its fury, Christine closes her mouth, swishes the massive load. A really good one.“Can we go to the cinema?” Amber asked, breaking away.“Yes, I suppose. Is there something you want to see?”“No. It’d just be nice to sit down in the dark with you and do… this.” Amber kissed me again. I had been thinking about a nice meal at a restaurant but sharing popcorn and slushies for a couple of hours seemed like a much better alternative – especially if kissing was going to be involved.Kissing was involved. A lot of kissing and I wasn’t disappointed that there wasn’t. I asked him if he would like me to continue. He dug his fingers onto my back and ordered me to go ahead. Encouraged by this, I withdrew my dick only to resume my action. This time, his sphincter muscles opened up to exhibit the pinky interior allowing half the length of my tool slide in and I could feel the warmth of the tunnel. Placing his legs over my shoulders, I pulled out half of the shaft again only to thrust it into his mancunt with double the force. He was shaking his head sideways and. I spread out my blanket, took off my outer clothes, leaving my bathing suit on and sat down. Looking around I notice there is not a soul in site. In a way, I was glad because I really was not in the mood for socializing today. Maybe it was my mood today, but I was determined that spending the day alone on the beach in the sun would give me time to reflect on my otherwise boring life. I am 47 years old, divorced and other then my job, have nothing to else going on in my life. Therefore, I laid.