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... minute ago you were saying how big I was, how I was filling you up? Now they need binoculars to see me, do they?” “Ah, silly, that’s all relative. It’s not that you’re enormous or anything... just that I’m dainty, tight and delectable.” Ray laughed and locked on to Helen’s lips, sharing another passionate, smouldering kiss during which his tool twitched and surged, expanding again within her depths. “Mmm, okay,” murmured Helen in appreciation, warm breath percolating into his mouth. “You win. I need you to fuck me and I want you now, big boy. Ready?” Ray held her firmly as Helen uncoupled and slid down his body until her feet settled on the wet sand. Side-by-side, they waded towards the shore, her hand tight around his proud cock until they were only ankle-deep in the briny. They looked at their wet pants and Ray’s shoes laying in the sand. “I’ll pick those things up,” he said. “If we make a quick dash we shouldn’t be bothered by the hot sand. My feet feel quite chilled at the moment.” Helen nodded and set off immediately. This time she didn’t need to hop about and, scooping up their clothing, Ray was soon trotting at her side again, his erection swaying almost in unison with her bouncing breasts. Standing on the blanket in the shade, Ray dropped his shoes on the sand and spread out their pants. “They’ll dry quickly enough in this heat,” he said, turning to watch Helen wiping away the surface drops of seawater with a small towel. “Doesn’t matter,” she said, handing the towel ...

... to Ray. “I probably won’t bother wearing them to go home in. Anyway, enough of that... this is all I’m concerned with right now.” Again she curled the fingers of her right hand around his shaft. She stroked the underside, coming up from his balls to the tip of his mushroom head where she rolled her wrist and rubbed down the topside. “Slow down, girl,” said Ray, “or I’ll be done before we start.” Helen stood on tip-toes and kissed his lips, briefly but firmly. “Not a chance,” she said and pointed at the blanket. “You lay down there on your back and we’ll get started. First, though, a drink of water.” She fished a plastic bottle out of a cooler in the picnic basket and they both savoured the cold liquid swilling around dry mouths and cooling parched throats. Laying down, Ray’s cock rested on his stomach, long enough to almost reach his navel. Helen, facing his feet, stood astride him and squatted, her moist pussy inviting Ray’s tongue to get busy. He eagerly obliged, immediately licking the length of the succulent slit before flicking at her clit which peeked from under its hood. Helen tasted slightly of sea salt but, as he lapped and probed, her juices soon coated her puffy lips and wet his broad tongue. “Hmm, I could let you do that all day,” she murmured and watched a drop of pre-cum seep from Ray’s bulging cock head. “But I need you inside me.” Helen stood and shuffled her feet until they were alongside his hips. She squatted again, reached down between her spread thighs to ...