Vanessa Veracruz in her uncle's wedding

“I’ll always be yours, Matt…always. Now, let’s go home to seal the deal.” I started the engine as Lucy leaned across the console to kiss me. I wished then that I had a bench seat so I could hold her as close as possible to me. Unfortunately, that had to wait until we were back at the trailer. Max scampered up the steps then turned to wait for us. Lucy opened the door and we quickly stepped inside. I dropped my gun bags to the floor as Lucy locked the door. Then she came to me, giving herself to me wholly and completely. I picked her up and carried her to bed. We were kissing passionately the entire time. I tried to lay Lucy onto the bed, but she was having none of it. She stood next to me, her slender lithe body pressed into mine as I deftly removed her clothing. Removing mine was a bit trickier because of my pistol. Lucy knew by now that I never allow anyone to handle my weapons. It’s not that I’m picky or temperamental; it’s just a matter of safety. Handling any kind of gun is potentially dangerous. Every year there are dozens of injuries or deaths from people handling what they thought was an unloaded gun and then there are the accidents hunters have when they climb over a fence or trip on a log. There’s never a reason not to exercise the best safety practices when handling firearms. I laid my belt and holster on the floor then Lucy almost tore mature my uniform from my body. We fell together onto the bed. My hands roamed her soft sensuous body, concentrating on her small, but sensitive, breasts and her muscular ass cheeks. There was no need to Latina massage her pussy. She was grinding into my thigh and she was incredibly wet petite in her desire. We must have rolled back and forth in our passion for each other for fifteen minutes or more before Lucy pushed me onto my back. Of course, I went willingly, knowing what she had in mind. She broke our kiss. Then, staring straight into my eyes, she straddled my hips and held my achingly hard cock to her slit. She rubbed it into her folds twice before slowly engulfing me into her heat…her wetness, her velvet vise. Lucy rocked slowly as she savored the ecstasy in her cunt. Seconds later I took her hard nipples into my fingers, gently squeezing and rolling them as I massaged her breasts college with my huge powerful hands. I thought for a second how ironic it was that hands I used to destroy criminals could also be used to express my love for this wonderful woman. Very slowly we progressed to our mutual conclusion. We were eager—not for our own pleasure, but to share the rapture that only making love can create. I couldn’t speak for Lucy, but it was the Brunette most exhilarating experience of my life and when we both came at the exact same instant I knew it was as spectacular for her as it had been for me. Rather than just collapsing on my chest, she gripped my short hair in her fingers and laid her lips to mine. “I hope you’re in the mood, because I’m going to want that again as soon as you’re ready.” I groaned in mock annoyance, but couldn’t stifle a big grin. Lucy next spoke when she broke the kiss several minutes later. Our faces were covered in spit when she asked, “Do you like kids, Matt?” “I love them and I’d like to have a really big family—like ten or twelve.” I laughed crazily at the expression on her face. I kissed her first then suggested that three or four would be great. After a sigh of relief she told me that would be great and that the only thing greater would be to start as soon as we were married. I agreed immediately, just before Lucy took my secretion-encrusted cock into her mouth. Not surprisingly, I was ready for round two. I had to try hard not to lose my balance when he petite pushed himself one last time Latina all the way in me just seconds after I climaxed and moments before he shot his sperm in my ass. He took a hand towel - also white - and laid it over the stain. I college trained my phone on the couch as I saw her move a hand on each guy’s thigh, then, said she wasn’t even sure she could make a guy hard anymore. I smiled at Sam. You paddle as fast as you can for the dock at Uncle Walter’s cabin, tie your kayak up there and run back here on the beach.” As I couldn’t find any further unique emails to read, I began the long trudging task of reading the ‘read-only’ emails. “I think I’m okay with that.” Now they were done raping him, and she was back to handling the big, delicious piece of meat between his legs. Marc felt a little stab of guilt about how much he enjoyed her slender strength that spoke of athleticisim and the softness that promised a lusciousness like her mother. We found ourselves alone on the open Brunette rooftop. The thug said with sinister growl. And wow…’ The image of her taught 18 year old tits and toned stomach and long smooth legs flashed mature before my eyes.