Are you going to cum for me?” "Yes... ohh yes,” I panted. “Please... ahhh... please don't stop.” You didn't stop. You grabbed my hair and woun... it around your fist, so you could tug on it while you drove into me, again and again. I was still holding on tight to the railings, while the tension in my body was building beautifully. I felt my pussy start to spasm once more, and you knew you were about to tip me over the edge. "That's it, baby... cum for me. Cum on my cock now.” I never could resist. You arch your back so that I have better access. I grab your ass, using the motion of the crowd to push me into you. Slowly, you feel the shaft follow the head into your tight hole, inch by inch. I pull out, rubbing more of your cunt juice onto my dick before going in further. It doesn’t take long for me to get all the way in. I reach around you and push your pussy lips apart with my left hand, while I slip the fingers of my right hand around my clit, running it around the creases your lips. His tongue graced her thigh, trailing from one first, and to the other. A gentle bite on her ass followed by more spanking, two fingers deep into her pussy. It was all for her, this night, his touch, the candles and the ambiance. All this pleasure was for her to enjoy.She moved her ass up and down to the rhythm of his fingering. “More,” she begged in time for his tongue to grace her pussy.Two fingers deep, with his tongue inside her her and his hand firmly caressing her beautiful clit; all. She was fromthe Netherlands and her accent was quite prominent. I was never certainif this linguistic formality, and her tendency to speak in directsentences, arose from her disposition or her style of speaking English.I suspected a little of both.Wendy and I started in on her immediately, "I didn't hear any gunfirelast night, does that mean the rebels have moved on?" I asked. Beforeshe could take a breath Wendy inserted her question, "Which side of theisland was the rebel camp? East? Because.