A Naughty Game Of Golf

“We’re here” she whispered. She undid my coat and let it fall on the ground. Then she took my hands and sank down into the soft hay. I moved with her and sat down next to her. We both knew we had the entire night ahead, and despite our doggy-style mutual desires, there was no rush. I couldn’t be happier. Being with this girl was all I wanted, for as long hard fuck as possible. All my thoughts, all my hopes and wishes revolved around the girl, yet I still didn't have a clue who she really was. All I knew was that she was about 7 or 8 inches shorter than me, with a willowy physique and a head full of blond, curly hair. This only narrowed it down to a couple of hundred girls on the island. I still couldn't ask her name, but there was no rush. There was a time for talking and a time for making rough fuck love, and this wasn't the time for talking. We made out in the hay for a long time. I couldn’t get enough of her kisses and her hot, supple body. While our tongues dueled, my hands sneaked underneath her thick wool sweater and ventured into the enticing territory hidden below. Her soft skin was radiating with heat, burning my fingers as I felt her up. Inch by inch I caressed my way up from her waist, dragging her sweater up as I went. As I reached her shoulders, I had her upper half almost naked. Finishing the job for me, she pulled it over her head and sent it flying. Like before, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and again I cursed the darkness that prevented me from ogling her treasures. Like a blind man, I reached for her chest and cupped my hands around her pert Brunette little breasts and studied them by touch. I squeezed and kneaded her supple female flesh. The delightfully full and firm breasts were barely a handful, but they were hers, and I didn’t want them any other way. I could feel her erect nipples as they poked into the palm of my hand as I caressed the soft skin. I let my fingers trace around the puckered nubs and over the tiny bumpy areolas surrounding them. Her nipples were small, but they were firm and perfect for sucking and nibbling. Though I didn’t know what she looked like, I was sure I could make a perfect sculpture of her face doggy and body. My half-naked lamb was dry humping me as I explored and teased her with my fingers. She was already hot and willing, but I wanted to draw out our foreplay until I had her literally begging to be fucked. Planting a trail of kisses down her neck, I moved down towards her breasts. She groaned sensually as I drug my tongue through the valley between her twin beauties and then kissed and sucked on her delicate skin. Making my next move, I closed my lips around one of the puckered-up tips and softly bit down on it. I gently tugged on it with my teeth and then slowly let it slip from my grip, which elicited another sexy moan. At the same time, one of my hands had struck gold underneath her skirt. Her downy pussy was still as hot and wet as before. She readily parted her legs for me and my fingers slipped inside her. While I continued sucking on her breasts, I started fucking her with one, and then two fingers. To be thinking straight. I smiled inside and the vision fell away. But I wanted her to cum first. his parts from below, her own juices starting to flow now, her lips shiny with his They were the single worst experience that topped off each shitty teaching year at Woodward High. Laura jumps doggy off the bed and assumes the position. Her body conflicted with her mind. "I want you to guide the horse's cock into your mother’s cunt. Then it began to feel almost pleasurable, and then... Her cut up jeans begging for me touch her skin. Actually, so was I. Snapping the button on her denim shorts, I pulled down the zipper, and then tugged them over her narrow hips until they fell to her ankles. “Only a few seconds the first time, but I’ve been holding it longer and longer each time, probably a full minute last time.” She felt a little strange being in this position, but she was starting to feel pretty good about feeling strange. They aren’t going to stop until there’s nothing left. I had never even considered someone groping me at a bar, and making me cum, because that’s what those fingers did. They were all consenting. There must still be some memory fade left even after all these years which is the reason you're seeing it in your mind's eye when you're near me." As with Neija, just that simple touch was enough to drive her wild, Chloe as well, even though we had had sex countless times. Her eyes were black pools of desire as she leaned across and moved her face close to mine with our lips nearly touching. I nodded, turned to Juniper, and nodded. She immediately did as she doggy-style was told moving her hips up and down rough fuck milking out his last bit of cum. Such bliss surged through me. I couldn't believe how incredible that was. There were the usual pictures of naked women, women spreading their vagina lips wide, women's mouths hovering over a penis, women's lips touching another woman's lips. I reached over and lifted her head up by the chin. I knew because of our relationship, it was screwed up, but her allowing me to see her made it alight. I don’t usually lose it, but evidently the smell of so many hot twats popping off is enough to take even me over the top whether I want to or not. “No I have never done this before.” I stated. Brunette With a grunt, he readjusted his angle, and tried again. Both slaves were exhausted, but as soon as either of them stopped fucking the other, the hard fuck controller zapped them with a quick shot of electricity.