My stiff muscles protested every move I made and my back was killing me. Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather...brisk, a polite way of saying, "too damn cold."First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, a.k.a: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn't want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet, besides we would later need to melt snow to replace our drink water. At the door to our tent, I climbed to my knees. An upset bride once asked a famous advice. I felt my juices rolling down my thighs as Victor fucked me. I let him fill my hungry cunt with his burning semen, before I pulled away sinking to my knees unable to stand on my legs much longer. I turned around and grabbed my hubby’s cock between my fingers. He was still hard and then I stroked that nice cock and licked it clean. Meanwhile I pushed my bare buttocks against the other wall side and soon I felt this huge black cock trying to invade my very tight asshole.That black bastard was. He couldn’t betray that trust. ‘Angel, there is something I have to tell you.’ ‘Not now,’ she insisted, kissing his neck above his collar. ‘Make love to me again. It feels so wonderful.’ Brian closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her lips trailing down his neck. ‘I went back to where I found you yesterday. I think I found some of your things.’ ‘I’ll look at them later,’ she murmured, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt. Her fingers were a soft delight as she explored his chest.. But I had drained everything I had a little over an hour earlier. Plus, she was so very, very wet it was hard to get traction. So, I pulled out and put a sopping wet cock away in my shorts. I walked up the stairs behind her. Just as we got to the table, I was a rascal and tugged on the side tie of her dress, pulling it open and exposing her body to the table. She very casually, and very slowly, pulled her dress back together, letting all of us get a great look at her body in the process.We.