She gasped and said, “Yes, Rahul yes, yes! Oh my god Yes!” She pulled my face toward her pussy and entwined her legs on my back, locking me in bet...een her pussy, and in a matter of minutes, she moaned and tightened her legs – I knew she was going to come, I wrapped my lips around her clit and flicked my tongue over it until she exploded in orgasm, she was humping my face with force, I thought that I might drown in pleasure. Her juices were sweet and were covering my face.My cock was aching. "I glanced at Erin and Frank. They were sitting next to one another on the portside of the bridge. Erin's jacket was unzipped, but still on. When our eyes met, Erin and I grinned at each other."During the tournament only one person can touch a rod," I said to Frank and Erin. "Whoever grabs the rod has to land the fish. No one can touch it in any way. You can help put on the harness, but that's it. When you tag a fish, the tag has to be above the lateral line and behind the gills." How about. He'd been imagining nailing this married pussy for months. Now he was in the act of doing it, and the bastard made sure he enjoyed the moment.He was good to his promise at the water cooler - he made every stroke count. Long, slow and hard - drawing almost all the way out and slamming back in, like every time was the first.I was low against the dresser, tits shuddering, groaning on every stroke he packed into me. It was... oh God, it was fucking glorious. I was so wet for him, so keyed up. He. He wasn't rough and cruel but there was just enough pain in it to bring her pleasure. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted. This is all she thought about lately, the two of them together and it didn't matter who was married and who wasn't. She still wanted the dreams to continue and so they did.This time she was dreaming that they had met at the beach in a nearby town, both with family members who were hurrying to go fishing. You could feel the electricity as they passed each other going.