It was like he was trying to bury his cock right up into my brain.It wasn’t at all pleasant at first and his cock hurt. I don’t know whether it wa... the precum that made it more comfortable by oiling the passage or I got used to it. I’m sure the audience must have noticed the difference in my cries. I must have been yelling as I am very vocal during sex; there is a subtle difference in cries of pain and ones of joy and within minutes there was a difference as big as chalk from cheese.I soon felt. " That's a great idea. Let me show you what we have," he said leading meto a rack of skirts.I looked through the rack and picked a straight black leather skirtthat was mid-thigh length. "Would you happen to have one in my sizealso?" Here you are," he said handing me another skirt. "Are you thinkingabout getting matching outfits?" I thought that might be fun to do." Let me show you our blouses," he said leading me to another rack.There were a wide variety of choices. I selected a sheer white. I fucked her for two minutes before she reached her orgasm. She came and I didn't stop. While still fucking her I set her down on the sand and pinned her hands down. Reaching her second orgasm she was out of control. Her body was shaking. She couldn't control herself. This was no reason for me to stop, I just kept fucking her faster and faster until I came fifteen minutes later. By then she has already been through about four or five orgasms with many more to come. She stood up while I stayed. My hair was nice and long, down my back, just how Dan liked it. I looked hot and I knew it. As I was dancing by myself, twirling around and moving my hands up and down my body, I caught the eye of another girl by herself. She was taller than me, with straight blonde hair and the biggest tits I had ever seen. She was barely wearing clothes - short black shorts and crop top that barely covered her chest. Her lips were pursed in a seductive smile, covered in wet red lipstick. She was hot. She.