.. but, sure! I'd love to see the beach from up there!"Mike darts off over the sand, barely waiting for you to keep up. You notice - because he is n...t trying to hide - him eyeing your body plainly as it does it's best "Baywatch" impression while you scamper along behind him. In short order you are up the short ladder and viewing your salty, sandy, sensual domain with the eyes of a bird. It's almost more beautiful and more satisfying from above. You can see everything, and you are able to. “All done?” she called, raising her voice over the music.I smiled and gave the thumbs up.“Would you mind turning down the stereo in the studio?” she requested, indicating her wet hands from washing lettuce. “It got louder than I expected!”I lowered the volume to a level that seemed appropriate for talking in the kitchen.“Thanks. Do you mind if I eat a quick bite before we go?” she asked.“No, that’s fine.”Clara smiled. “It won’t take long. Are you hungry?”“Um, no thanks. We’re having dinner at. I guess I’ll just chill in here without any pants on.” I wanted to take back what I just said, but I wanted to see how things would escalate. I know it’d be pretty awkward, but I just want something to happen so badly.He didn’t argue, “Well, then.. Okay.” He took a seat on my couch. I walked over and plopped down beside him. He still had his hand in his pocket, I could see. I wanted him to move his hand so I could tell if he was hard or not. It would thrill me if I was the reason he’s so. "Oh baby," she cried and beckoned her lover to leave her clit alone. "Come here,"Simon scooted up her body and jumped onto the couch throwing his arms around her and kissing her. Rhea returned embrace and sighed as Simon's erect cock touched her slippery hole."Go on," she whispered and Simon thrusted forwards roughly, impaling Rhea onto his spear.Rhea gasped. She was well lubricated, but his fairly thick cock being jabbed into her wildly sent sparks of pain and discomfort from her. Simon didn't.