Old Guy Fucking An 18 Year Old

I was in a kind of overwhelming euphoria. All the time, we were still locked in our passionate kiss, sharing the same single breath, as my orgasm began to build. Then, from somewhere deep inside my body, a contained explosion occurred which then grew, overtaking my whole body, until, in a death-defying shudder, I felt an aching pain in my cock and balls as jet after jet of my jism erupted into the warmth of his hand in my shorts. Unable to breathe but through Deryk’s unbroken kiss, the intensity of my orgasm enveloped my whole body, my whole being, and it felt as if I was emptying the entire contents of the inside of my body into the palm of his hand. We burst from the surface together, into the sunlight, our chests heaving in unison, small tits both of us gasping for air and a new supply of life-giving oxygen. Meanwhile, my depleting orgasm still throbbed in his hand as I began again treading water to keep myself afloat. Once again, the warmth of the sun was on our sea-splashed faces and as I blinked and gazed teen into his eyes, he casually wiped his mouth with his hand and grinned at me. “Bet you’ve not done that before!” he said, with a note of knowing triumph in his voice. My heart still hammered in my chest but he seemed almost unaffected by our near-death experience. I was speechless, not to say exhausted, so we both made our way slowly back to shore, swimming lazily on our backs, as the creamy white threads of life escaped from within my board-shorts and were lost in the sea. As we sat together, drying-off back on one of the old concrete railway piers, I wanted to ask him so many questions but somehow I knew he was never going to answer them. “I’ve still got your Celtic talisman, you know,” I told him, “You know, the one you left on my bed in Scotland.” “You’re not wearing it though, are you!” he teased. His deep blue eyes seemed to twinkle as he spoke. I reached into my back-pack and brought it out in my hand. “It doesn’t really suit me,” I said, “but I kept it with me, always, just in case. Besides, it looks much better on you.” I offered it back to him. “Nah. You keep it,” he said, “You need something to remind you that I’m real.” He looked at me, knowingly, and he smiled at me, the dimples in his cheeks momentarily disturbing the lines of his sharply cultivated 5 o’clock shadow-beard. There was no doubt about it; I was totally smitten. He was adorable in every possible way. I loved him, like a brother yes, but also as more than a brother. We hadn’t been there long and had exchanged little more than these few words when he looked at his watch and said, “I’m afraid I’ve got to dash. Some local guys I met this morning at the dock said I could go out with them and find out about deep-water fishing. I’ve always wanted to do that. I need to get back.” And with that, he jumped up and brushing my damp hair back from my face with his hand in an affectionate gesture, he bent down and kissed me goodbye. He sprang off, up the path blowjob that led away from the beach, with the nimbleness of a mountain goat and with an energy I would not recover for at least another half-hour. Part Two Later that afternoon, I had worked my way across to another part of the island and I had found an old fort to explore, set above a deserted beach on which I was now enjoying my packed lunch. Looking out across the beautiful azure-blue of the sea, mottled by reefs and shallows, I noticed a launch in the distance, crossing the lagoon. It was one of those high-powered, sea-launches with a canopied top deck and a low sheltered aft, designed for diving or fishing. It seemed to slow down, nearly stopping, and although it was a long way off, I could see that there were about 4 or 5 people on board, laughing and joking. The feint sound of reggae music wafted across the otherwise quiet lagoon and Brunette I figured those on board were having a good time. I continued to watch Hardcore the launch and its occupants, as I idly enjoyed the warmth and soft silkiness of the sand between my toes. Although I couldn’t see the figures in detail, one of them caught my eye. He was medium height, with dark hair, blue shorts and a pale shirt of some kind. Something about him told me it was Deryk. At first, he seemed to be larking about with the others but after a few minutes, the atmosphere seemed to change; the music was turned up, as if to drown shouting and it looked as though all the others were concentrating attention on him. Arms were thrown in the air in odd gestures and I realized there was some kind of struggle going on. I talked to her a few times the first year, but she didn't say much. Her thighs squeezed around my hand, rubbing her silky skin against me as my fingers reamed her cunt. I split apart from him "I need this honey, I could care small tits less what people say" I clawed Brunette his boxers and sent them flying down his legs, it was about time I got what I needed. Breakfast is ready!" she said, smiling, blowjob before closing the door. Blood rained down on him hotly and she groaned low in her throat. “Show us your hands teen or we’ll drop you!” If he had grabbed her and started kissing her she would have locked lips with him. From the prior time she knew to look at the index in the back to find the pages her mother was on. “Get naked for us,” Hans orders as I Hardcore look forward to flaunting my body for them Jon asked the girls where they had been. "You look so beautiful Mom." When I do Becca smiles. I refrained from rolling my eyes but lifted a strand of my hair. “ok well, let me ask can I bring her over this weekend? “And when he finds me, I’ll make him regret it.” “She’s still at work, though.” “Yep”. 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