It almost hurt as the thrust was now less controlled and hitting the back of her mouth harder, but she knew how much pleasure she was creating and had...to bring her masterpiece forth. She took one hands and grasped his slick tight nut sack and rubbed his now less sensitive balls up and down with each stroke. She took her other hand and started to play with his ass again. She knew these two extra sensory stimulations would sharply intensify the looming explosion. She was about to get a huge. The intensity of both women’s orgasm was so evident not only in how much they let themselves go as they screamed their heads off and shuddered, but also by the heavy breathing and the sweats that poured from every horny pore in their sexy fucked out bodies. There was no longer a single item of makeup left on the women’s faces to run, it was all gone. The only things left as they flopped onto the cum-splashed bedding, spent and breathless was the smell of sex. What a potent smell it was too, it. It was getting late when we pulled into the campground, so the only spot available for our camper was beside a small older tent,the kind that is just for summer camping when there is only sunshine.We set all our stuff up and had supper, my wife and i just dressed casualty when the storm was hitting the area.within minutes the sky got black and wind was tearing on the tent beside us, pulling the lines out, so that man tried to get them back in but as soon as he got on side fixed he had to run to. She got off the bike and walked around, feeling bowlegged. To her disgust, she felt like rubbing. When she got back on the bike she fiddled with the pillow and found that, with it in just the right place, she could lean back against the sissy bar, which prevented the exquisite feelings. But if she leaned forward, the crotch of her jeans came into contact with the seat of the bike and, though she didn't know it, the clitty whizzer.For another hundred miles, she alternated between leaning forward.