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We're keen sailors and prefer to sail in late summer, early fall. It's low season in Scandinavia, still warm, not much traffic neither on the water nor in the marinas, which are mostly cheap.
We left early in the morning and set sail to an island with a long white beach at its east coast. The wind was unusually warm like someone had turned on a colossal hairdryer. I wore a bikini and a long top when we cast off, at ten o'clock was no difference between man and woman, Paul and I were dressed in swim trunks only. At noon local sailors and holidaymakers passed by. The best helmsman on board is the autopilot, yet I switched it off and sailed the yacht myself for the pleasure of Paul and other crews within sight. Paul speculated how many of these guys would love to come over and suck my tits. I thought his focus on tits too narrow and dropped the pants as well.
I love sailing naked. Today, in the warmth, with the wind playing on my skin, boobs, and pussy, I felt like caressed all day long. Late afternoon we made it to an almost empty marina. Adequately dressed in a bikini and top again, we moored the yacht. I could have been naked since nobody was around, but Paul didn't express a wish in the direction and focused his doings on two delicious cocktails instead. The scenery of the marina and the nearby long beach looked pretty with its golden sand and lovely dunes.
The sea was warm, and the opportunity to swim a few laps was too good to miss it. Paul was exhausted, got too much sun, luckily he wasn't sunburned. He encouraged me to go ahead while he would like to take a nap and join me later. So I grabbed a bag, a towel, sandals and left.
We're familiar with this stretch of seaside and know the best spots where to go to. I entered the beach, took off the sandals, and enjoyed the warmth of the sand under the feet. The sun's red disc was about to touch the horizon in the next hour, yet the sky was already marvelous illuminated.
An alcoholic drink before, a perfect sailing day, the warmth, in short, I was high-spirited. A quick look around. Half a dozen joggers or so ran along the beach. Mostly guys, one woman only. She wore a tight black bustier to keep her big tits in check. Yet they bounced happily up and down, a joy to look at. But no one paid any attention to her. All the better, I thought.
Two elderly guys stood naked in the water in front of the furthest sandbank enjoying the waves rolling in. Naked on this particular beach is almost normal. I stopped and pulled off the bikini top. The bikini was a gift from Paul with two outstanding features: it turns transparent when wet and can be stored behind a postcard stamp. Free of their 'big cotton prison,' my breasts bounced and swung happily. I ran my free hand over one, enjoyed the fullness and weight, and lowered the head to suck a nipple. Girls in porn movies perform this all the time, and hence I sucked the nipples to live. Erected, they pointed slightly up to the sun. Great! Nothing feels better to me than taking off my bra and get long erected nipples. Well, some things are better, but this is a pretty close second. Just in case you're analyzing me, there's no point in sucking my tits on the beach for no reason, that's true. Except for one little detail, I enjoy it!
I turned to the naked men and toyed with the idea to join them, curious how quick and hard their dicks will get. I would lie if I was to say Paul's fantasy watching me getting fucked by a stranger, especially at the beach, didn't affect me. To be honest, it was my first wild fantasy as a teenager, naked on the beach, fucking every Adonis I liked. In bed, I masturbated as often as I hoped to be fucked by others. A pornographic fantasy that I always kept very deep in my secret dreams. And yet, very faintly, I hoped to be able to live the dream one day. Then Paul came into my life, and nothing was secret anymore.
Enough thinking. I dropped the bag, run briskly in the water, dived and swam to the sandbank right between the guys. The coolness of the water fired up my horniness as I experienced it the first time as a teenage girl. The breasts got pretty firm, the pussy lips contracted. I stepped out of the water, a brief look at the guy's point of my interest. Slightly erected cocks, probably because of the coolness of the water on the skin in the wind. I know my effect on guys very well, bend deeply forward, raised the upper body vividly upwards, and made the hair and tits flying. Being wet, it's the best way to get attention.
A surf rolled in, higher and more powerful than I had expected, and before I knew it, it rushed me off my feet. So much for attention and swagger. It took me a moment to get along, since I couldn't tell left or right, up and down. Suddenly someone grabbed my left arm, a second later I felt a hand to my right. The two guys had come over and helped me out. I wiped the water out of the eyes and saw two men in their fifties, gray hair one, bald the other. Even his dick and balls were shaved. Both men were in excellent physical condition. The gray-haired man grinned, raised a hand, and hold up my bikini briefs. The wave had opened the loosely tighten strings. Nude in front of two strangers. Great!
I stepped close to him, hugged and thanked him. My tits on his chest had the desired effect, as I felt his dick on the legs. I turned to the other one, did the same, besides I hugged him more tightly when several high waves rolled in. Out of a reflex or so, I put an arm around him, he grabbed both upper legs and lifted me up. I hate it when someone holds me unsolicited and restricts my freedom of movement. I hesitated for a moment to put him in his place, but the strong and attractive man turned me on, as did the weird situation with two naked men in the water, far enough away from the beach. Horny as I was, I put the legs tightly around his waist and squeezed my body against him. Together we enjoyed the spray of the waves, our chance encounter, savored the moment of nakedness. He was the strongest man ever I came across nude. I did not know anything about him, but I felt safe in his arms. He was like a solid rock in the open sea. He enjoyed my laugh, the long wet hair on his shaved torso, and my full tits on his chest. We did not speak, but laughed and screamed of joy. His big hands moved slowly on my ass cheeks and cupped them firmly. I liked his cautious attempt to be a little more intimate, tightened the legs, loosened the grip on his neck, slid down with the pussy on his penis root, and was perplexed by the size and stiffness of his manhood. His dick had parted my pussy-lips. Wow!
The water was smooth again, I kissed him goodbye on a cheek, and he let go of me. I put on the bikini, slowly for the guys benefit, blew kisses, swam back to my belongings, went on quickly, and stopped at a secluded part of the beach. In summer, a paradise for families and c***dren, not exactly the best location for being naked. Many cottages are located directly behind the dunes. A brief look, no one around, shutters closed, one car only. I dropped the bag and filled the bikini cups with sand. Don't know why I did it, just on the spur of the moment, a signpost for Paul later. It would be to a real pity to lose the briefs again, took them off too, molded the sand to a glorious pussy, put the cloth on it, and rushed butt naked in the water. Its coolness had a stimulating effect on me again. I felt like a newborn and experienced a sensual passion, exactly what I needed.
I swam to one of the outer sandbanks, stepped on the sand, and got goose pimples in the wind. The coolness of the water had made my tits firm and round shaped like a decade ago. That's why I take an ice-cold shower at home when Paul wishes to take photos of me, vintage style. An impressive vessel plowed through the nearby shipping channel slowly. Two sailors, dark-skinned, most likely Filipinos, stood in the bridge's open door, watching me with binoculars. I felt like a mermaid and shook what I got. They waved a free hand each in response. One put a hand on his crotch. I did the splits out of a reflex, put one finger on the clit, and pretended to lick it off histrionically. The guys yelled, ran down a gangway, in distress to see more of me. Despite its low speed, the vessel made good progress. Quickly, I shook the body like a dancer in a strip club and laid down eagle spread. They enjoyed the show until the vessel was out of sight. I had a pretty good idea, what they are going to do later, felt happy for them, swam a few laps, got back to the beach and collected some colorful shells. Walking to my bag, I saw two guys sitting next to it. A long empty beach, plenty of space, but these idiots have to sit next to me. Okay, let's see who is in charge. I took a deep breath, a straight posture, stretched the tits out like torpedoes, pulled the belly in, and went forcefully back to my place.
Two guys in their late twenties sat next to my bikini, a cooler between them, beer cans in hands. The sight of the two puzzled me a second, they could be a carbon copy of each other.
They smiled politely, got up at the same time, and excused their poor behavior. The two explained, they got excellent news this week, strolled along the beach, saw me seducing the officers, noticed my bag, top filled with sand, a splendid pussy, and thought they must get to know me. They are Danish, twins, Eric and Christian, and just did their doctorates in medicines. And there I stood, naked in front of two fresh doctors. I believed the story, felt relaxed, even safe, expressed my best wishes, and took my towel.
'So, you want to get to know me,' I replied.
They exchanged glances, smiled sheepishly, and sat down. 'We saw you doing the splits and spreading the legs, ' Eric said, 'and placed a bet about your age. You know, we came across many nude
women.' He opened the cooler, took out three cans of beer, and handed one to me. I wrapped the towel around the chest, knelt down in front of them, opened the beer, and took a gulp. Chris continued. 'Eric bet, you're in your mid-twenties because of your sexual drive, but I disagreed. Judging by your bra's size, your picture book perfect womanly figure I said, you are in your late thirties, early forties … a kind of well-trained yoga woman.'
Picture book perfect womanly figure! He knows his business, I thought. I would lie, his words had the wanted effect on me. I got more relaxed and started to enjoy their company. I unwrapped the towel, stretched out the tits, and dried them a third time, slowly massaging. The nipples, still hard by the water, pointed at the guys. Very good! I was highly inspired by a beautiful day, a leap in the water with two naked guys, topped by an unexpected encounter with two educated, handsome twins. Suddenly, I got aware of my damp pussy. The guys must have seen my bald vagina already. Of course they did, they are men and doctors. The twins' eyes wandered over my body, face, hair, and lost entirely track of where to look most urgently. I lowered the towel, covered my center of lust, and said, 'Besides I'm not in Yoga, Chris won the bet! Now what?'
They exchanged glances, simultaneously, like actors. Eric said, 'we're going to celebrate a party this weekend. One of the guests is a brunette, a very very close friend we know from the university. She, my brother, and I are obsessed. Chris, the lucky winner, is going to spend the weekend with her.
'And the woman?' I asked in disbelief, 'you can't classify or treat her like a car. Feel free and take it for a ride.'
They explained, they are swingers for years, the woman plus a few more, and spoke of a closed circle, a kind of club, six men and six women who trust each other and enjoy their sexual freedom. Being doctors now, the constrictions of ethnic rules and new jobs nearly all over the world soon mean the club's golden days will come to an end. The brunette moves to Switzerland, Eric to Copenhagen, Denmark, and Chris to England.
While they talked, I took a gulp of beer, totally clumsy - unintended, I swear! - and spilled beer run over my tits, down to the navel, right between my pussy lips. At once, the guys got up and reached for the towel. I am still not sure what came over me when I suggested a better way to help me. I guess it was the closed sex club, a former wish of mine. Back then, I didn't have the courage and the opportunity. Another reason was the brunette - like me - who they banged so passionately. Of course, the two understood. Eric asked politely if he might touch me, and since I had my pussy in the wind who was I to demur. I took the can, put the towel aside, leaned back, and spilled more beer on the open mouth, chin, tits, and belly, like in a cheap porn movie.
Both came closer, stretched out the tongues, and started to lick the beer from my tits. They did it with passionate devotion, much better than I had hoped for, dropped enthusiastic comments on my funbags, massaged, and pulled the nipples what seemed endlessly. Heaven! The nipples looked as if they had made a new record in length. The areolas got hard too, but they didn't notice, reached out their hands, and gently tapped my inner thighs. I gasped slightly and looked at the two reactions straining their trunks. It has always been a source of delight to me when guys and gals masturbate over my photos and stories, men get hard when looking at or touching me.
Eric reached for my tits. He twitched the nipple of my left breast, slightly rough when he decided to get behind me. I felt his dick through his shorts. Holding both tits in hands, Eric squeezed them together for the joy of his brother, who licked and sucked them simultaneously. I spilled more beer for him to lick. Chris' fingers circled my little bud. I reached for his hard prick, got it out of the shorts. It felt good, a decent handful, and very stiff. I kneaded it gently with my 'wrong' hand while I reached for the other cock behind me. Eric pulled his trunks down smartly, which made life easy, although I was a bit annoyed at the finger being removed from my pussy. I took Chris's hand and led it, where it should be again, whereas he followed the trace of the beer up to my throat.
Sitting there being fingered, body licked off, a cock in each hand I closed the eyes. I felt like in a half-way decent porn movie. A high self-esteem woman, 30 plus years old, who enjoys her occasional horniness. A woman obsessed with sex beyond civil measure, satisfied by her husband and others; a fantasy Paul and I share. Paul, my conjurer, made me discover the hidden pleasure of my soul and pussy, sharped my senses, and realized my exceptional physical and genetic predisposition. He recognized my passion and closeness to pornography. He saw my deepest, hottest wishes and encouraged me to live them up. Don't get me wrong. It's not sex only. I get satisfying pleasure of stripping in front of others (no family, except my cousin) and seeing their reactions. There is my passion for seducing people, making them hot and horny by my body that they can not think straight anymore. Not to forget my meanwhile relaxed attitude in front of the camera and the necessary patience with the photographer. I will always be grateful to Paul for the consequence: my unbridled lust for sex now and again!
I opened the eyes and checked what I held in my hands. One prick was about 6 inches and thick - the other slightly longer, thinner, and curved. I asked for condoms. Eric said, 'wait a minute' got up and was soon out of sight behind the dunes. Chris explained while he worked up the chin to my lower lip, they had rented a vacation home for a week, the whole club expected tomorrow night.
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We're keen sailors and prefer to sail in late summer, early fall. It's low season in Scandinavia, still warm, not much traffic neither on the water nor in the marinas, which are mostly cheap.
We left early in the morning and set sail to an island with a long white beach at its east coast. The wind was unusually warm like someone had turned on a colossal hairdryer. I wore a bikini and a long top when we cast off, at ten o'clock was no difference between man and woman, Paul and I were dressed in swim trunks only. At noon local sailors and holidaymakers passed by. The best helmsman on board is the autopilot, yet I switched it off and sailed the yacht myself for the pleasure of Paul and other crews within sight. Paul speculated how many of these guys would love to come over and suck my tits. I thought his focus on tits too narrow and dropped the pants as well.
I love sailing naked. Today, in the warmth, with the wind playing on my skin, boobs, and pussy, I felt like caressed all day long. Late afternoon we made it to an almost empty marina. Adequately dressed in a bikini and top again, we moored the yacht. I could have been naked since nobody was around, but Paul didn't express a wish in the direction and focused his doings on two delicious cocktails instead. The scenery of the marina and the nearby long beach looked pretty with its golden sand and lovely dunes.
The sea was warm, and the opportunity to swim a few laps was too good to miss it. Paul was exhausted, got too much sun, luckily he wasn't sunburned. He encouraged me to go ahead while he would like to take a nap and join me later. So I grabbed a bag, a towel, sandals and left.
We're familiar with this stretch of seaside and know the best spots where to go to. I entered the beach, took off the sandals, and enjoyed the warmth of the sand under the feet. The sun's red disc was about to touch the horizon in the next hour, yet the sky was already marvelous illuminated.
An alcoholic drink before, a perfect sailing day, the warmth, in short, I was high-spirited. A quick look around. Half a dozen joggers or so ran along the beach. Mostly guys, one woman only. She wore a tight black bustier to keep her big tits in check. Yet they bounced happily up and down, a joy to look at. But no one paid any attention to her. All the better, I thought.
Two elderly guys stood naked in the water in front of the furthest sandbank enjoying the waves rolling in. Naked on this particular beach is almost normal. I stopped and pulled off the bikini top. The bikini was a gift from Paul with two outstanding features: it turns transparent when wet and can be stored behind a postcard stamp. Free of their 'big cotton prison,' my breasts bounced and swung happily. I ran my free hand over one, enjoyed the fullness and weight, and lowered the head to suck a nipple. Girls in porn movies perform this all the time, and hence I sucked the nipples to live. Erected, they pointed slightly up to the sun. Great! Nothing feels better to me than taking off my bra and get long erected nipples. Well, some things are better, but this is a pretty close second. Just in case you're analyzing me, there's no point in sucking my tits on the beach for no reason, that's true. Except for one little detail, I enjoy it!
I turned to the naked men and toyed with the idea to join them, curious how quick and hard their dicks will get. I would lie if I was to say Paul's fantasy watching me getting fucked by a stranger, especially at the beach, didn't affect me. To be honest, it was my first wild fantasy as a teenager, naked on the beach, fucking every Adonis I liked. In bed, I masturbated as often as I hoped to be fucked by others. A pornographic fantasy that I always kept very deep in my secret dreams. And yet, very faintly, I hoped to be able to live the dream one day. Then Paul came into my life, and nothing was secret anymore.
Enough thinking. I dropped the bag, run briskly in the water, dived and swam to the sandbank right between the guys. The coolness of the water fired up my horniness as I experienced it the first time as a teenage girl. The breasts got pretty firm, the pussy lips contracted. I stepped out of the water, a brief look at the guy's point of my interest. Slightly erected cocks, probably because of the coolness of the water on the skin in the wind. I know my effect on guys very well, bend deeply forward, raised the upper body vividly upwards, and made the hair and tits flying. Being wet, it's the best way to get attention.
A surf rolled in, higher and more powerful than I had expected, and before I knew it, it rushed me off my feet. So much for attention and swagger. It took me a moment to get along, since I couldn't tell left or right, up and down. Suddenly someone grabbed my left arm, a second later I felt a hand to my right. The two guys had come over and helped me out. I wiped the water out of the eyes and saw two men in their fifties, gray hair one, bald the other. Even his dick and balls were shaved. Both men were in excellent physical condition. The gray-haired man grinned, raised a hand, and hold up my bikini briefs. The wave had opened the loosely tighten strings. Nude in front of two strangers. Great!
I stepped close to him, hugged and thanked him. My tits on his chest had the desired effect, as I felt his dick on the legs. I turned to the other one, did the same, besides I hugged him more tightly when several high waves rolled in. Out of a reflex or so, I put an arm around him, he grabbed both upper legs and lifted me up. I hate it when someone holds me unsolicited and restricts my freedom of movement. I hesitated for a moment to put him in his place, but the strong and attractive man turned me on, as did the weird situation with two naked men in the water, far enough away from the beach. Horny as I was, I put the legs tightly around his waist and squeezed my body against him. Together we enjoyed the spray of the waves, our chance encounter, savored the moment of nakedness. He was the strongest man ever I came across nude. I did not know anything about him, but I felt safe in his arms. He was like a solid rock in the open sea. He enjoyed my laugh, the long wet hair on his shaved torso, and my full tits on his chest. We did not speak, but laughed and screamed of joy. His big hands moved slowly on my ass cheeks and cupped them firmly. I liked his cautious attempt to be a little more intimate, tightened the legs, loosened the grip on his neck, slid down with the pussy on his penis root, and was perplexed by the size and stiffness of his manhood. His dick had parted my pussy-lips. Wow!
The water was smooth again, I kissed him goodbye on a cheek, and he let go of me. I put on the bikini, slowly for the guys benefit, blew kisses, swam back to my belongings, went on quickly, and stopped at a secluded part of the beach. In summer, a paradise for families and c***dren, not exactly the best location for being naked. Many cottages are located directly behind the dunes. A brief look, no one around, shutters closed, one car only. I dropped the bag and filled the bikini cups with sand. Don't know why I did it, just on the spur of the moment, a signpost for Paul later. It would be to a real pity to lose the briefs again, took them off too, molded the sand to a glorious pussy, put the cloth on it, and rushed butt naked in the water. Its coolness had a stimulating effect on me again. I felt like a newborn and experienced a sensual passion, exactly what I needed.
I swam to one of the outer sandbanks, stepped on the sand, and got goose pimples in the wind. The coolness of the water had made my tits firm and round shaped like a decade ago. That's why I take an ice-cold shower at home when Paul wishes to take photos of me, vintage style. An impressive vessel plowed through the nearby shipping channel slowly. Two sailors, dark-skinned, most likely Filipinos, stood in the bridge's open door, watching me with binoculars. I felt like a mermaid and shook what I got. They waved a free hand each in response. One put a hand on his crotch. I did the splits out of a reflex, put one finger on the clit, and pretended to lick it off histrionically. The guys yelled, ran down a gangway, in distress to see more of me. Despite its low speed, the vessel made good progress. Quickly, I shook the body like a dancer in a strip club and laid down eagle spread. They enjoyed the show until the vessel was out of sight. I had a pretty good idea, what they are going to do later, felt happy for them, swam a few laps, got back to the beach and collected some colorful shells. Walking to my bag, I saw two guys sitting next to it. A long empty beach, plenty of space, but these idiots have to sit next to me. Okay, let's see who is in charge. I took a deep breath, a straight posture, stretched the tits out like torpedoes, pulled the belly in, and went forcefully back to my place.
Two guys in their late twenties sat next to my bikini, a cooler between them, beer cans in hands. The sight of the two puzzled me a second, they could be a carbon copy of each other.
They smiled politely, got up at the same time, and excused their poor behavior. The two explained, they got excellent news this week, strolled along the beach, saw me seducing the officers, noticed my bag, top filled with sand, a splendid pussy, and thought they must get to know me. They are Danish, twins, Eric and Christian, and just did their doctorates in medicines. And there I stood, naked in front of two fresh doctors. I believed the story, felt relaxed, even safe, expressed my best wishes, and took my towel.
'So, you want to get to know me,' I replied.
They exchanged glances, smiled sheepishly, and sat down. 'We saw you doing the splits and spreading the legs, ' Eric said, 'and placed a bet about your age. You know, we came across many nude
women.' He opened the cooler, took out three cans of beer, and handed one to me. I wrapped the towel around the chest, knelt down in front of them, opened the beer, and took a gulp. Chris continued. 'Eric bet, you're in your mid-twenties because of your sexual drive, but I disagreed. Judging by your bra's size, your picture book perfect womanly figure I said, you are in your late thirties, early forties … a kind of well-trained yoga woman.'
Picture book perfect womanly figure! He knows his business, I thought. I would lie, his words had the wanted effect on me. I got more relaxed and started to enjoy their company. I unwrapped the towel, stretched out the tits, and dried them a third time, slowly massaging. The nipples, still hard by the water, pointed at the guys. Very good! I was highly inspired by a beautiful day, a leap in the water with two naked guys, topped by an unexpected encounter with two educated, handsome twins. Suddenly, I got aware of my damp pussy. The guys must have seen my bald vagina already. Of course they did, they are men and doctors. The twins' eyes wandered over my body, face, hair, and lost entirely track of where to look most urgently. I lowered the towel, covered my center of lust, and said, 'Besides I'm not in Yoga, Chris won the bet! Now what?'
They exchanged glances, simultaneously, like actors. Eric said, 'we're going to celebrate a party this weekend. One of the guests is a brunette, a very very close friend we know from the university. She, my brother, and I are obsessed. Chris, the lucky winner, is going to spend the weekend with her.
'And the woman?' I asked in disbelief, 'you can't classify or treat her like a car. Feel free and take it for a ride.'
They explained, they are swingers for years, the woman plus a few more, and spoke of a closed circle, a kind of club, six men and six women who trust each other and enjoy their sexual freedom. Being doctors now, the constrictions of ethnic rules and new jobs nearly all over the world soon mean the club's golden days will come to an end. The brunette moves to Switzerland, Eric to Copenhagen, Denmark, and Chris to England.
While they talked, I took a gulp of beer, totally clumsy - unintended, I swear! - and spilled beer run over my tits, down to the navel, right between my pussy lips. At once, the guys got up and reached for the towel. I am still not sure what came over me when I suggested a better way to help me. I guess it was the closed sex club, a former wish of mine. Back then, I didn't have the courage and the opportunity. Another reason was the brunette - like me - who they banged so passionately. Of course, the two understood. Eric asked politely if he might touch me, and since I had my pussy in the wind who was I to demur. I took the can, put the towel aside, leaned back, and spilled more beer on the open mouth, chin, tits, and belly, like in a cheap porn movie.
Both came closer, stretched out the tongues, and started to lick the beer from my tits. They did it with passionate devotion, much better than I had hoped for, dropped enthusiastic comments on my funbags, massaged, and pulled the nipples what seemed endlessly. Heaven! The nipples looked as if they had made a new record in length. The areolas got hard too, but they didn't notice, reached out their hands, and gently tapped my inner thighs. I gasped slightly and looked at the two reactions straining their trunks. It has always been a source of delight to me when guys and gals masturbate over my photos and stories, men get hard when looking at or touching me.
Eric reached for my tits. He twitched the nipple of my left breast, slightly rough when he decided to get behind me. I felt his dick through his shorts. Holding both tits in hands, Eric squeezed them together for the joy of his brother, who licked and sucked them simultaneously. I spilled more beer for him to lick. Chris' fingers circled my little bud. I reached for his hard prick, got it out of the shorts. It felt good, a decent handful, and very stiff. I kneaded it gently with my 'wrong' hand while I reached for the other cock behind me. Eric pulled his trunks down smartly, which made life easy, although I was a bit annoyed at the finger being removed from my pussy. I took Chris's hand and led it, where it should be again, whereas he followed the trace of the beer up to my throat.
Sitting there being fingered, body licked off, a cock in each hand I closed the eyes. I felt like in a half-way decent porn movie. A high self-esteem woman, 30 plus years old, who enjoys her occasional horniness. A woman obsessed with sex beyond civil measure, satisfied by her husband and others; a fantasy Paul and I share. Paul, my conjurer, made me discover the hidden pleasure of my soul and pussy, sharped my senses, and realized my exceptional physical and genetic predisposition. He recognized my passion and closeness to pornography. He saw my deepest, hottest wishes and encouraged me to live them up. Don't get me wrong. It's not sex only. I get satisfying pleasure of stripping in front of others (no family, except my cousin) and seeing their reactions. There is my passion for seducing people, making them hot and horny by my body that they can not think straight anymore. Not to forget my meanwhile relaxed attitude in front of the camera and the necessary patience with the photographer. I will always be grateful to Paul for the consequence: my unbridled lust for sex now and again!
I opened the eyes and checked what I held in my hands. One prick was about 6 inches and thick - the other slightly longer, thinner, and curved. I asked for condoms. Eric said, 'wait a minute' got up and was soon out of sight behind the dunes. Chris explained while he worked up the chin to my lower lip, they had rented a vacation home for a week, the whole club expected tomorrow night.
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