Bitch and Dicking: Bitchy Fun at the Beach - Sex Stories

Bitch and Dicking: Bitchy Fun at the Beach

... performance indeed! I thrown and cast my butts left and right, then back left, then forward right, then backwards left again, then eventually and ultimately right and so on and on repeatedly. I even turn my back towards Jace behind there so that he can see the whole feat and performance of mine all too clearly and painlessly easy. And guess what my fear in this whole process is all about? That I might fart as if I am about to yield heavy diarrhoea and leave him all puzzled and perplexed and stunned up. Well, as long as it takes all my might and vigor, I will see and faithfully contend to assure and guarantee that such kind of a thing does not get to happen or come about. No, it will surely be not so! I bend and arch myself down a little bit hard so that I can shake and sway my buttocks wonderfully fast and safe and sanely. Jace is still strumming and playing his guitar up, singing and crooning in a sugary and heavenly-resembling voice that is like cocaine and marijuana to my very own ears and senses. The louder and harshly but beautifully too piercing he hits and bashes his guitar with the sole aid and service of his preoccupied fingers, the more faster and quicker I jig and joggle my ass harmoniously behind. The more sweeter and excellent he sings and warbles out, the more harder and active and sexier I push and arch and bow myself down for him to see my buttocks jiggle and rock and sway in just the ideal excellent agreement and harmony. I don't get to see how he does it, ...

... but he just accomplishes it all too fast and unexpectedly. He swats and hits and cuffs my round, curvy, and well-formed and seductively shaped butts with his single own hand and palm when I am least aware and expecting it! I smile and grin to myself quietly just after this, and then concentrate and focus on getting this quick and ice-cream like job and assignment of mine done and finished on with. I lift my foot and leg up when he least expects it, and strum and hit my vagina down there with my very own fingers and hand like I am playing some other guitar just like he is doing behind me there. I wheel and turn around towards him again and then slowly and with delicately moving hands pull and tweak down my pink-colored bra so that my breasts are bared and uncovered before his very face and eyes. Then I do two things all at once: I shake and jig and sway about my very own boobies and big fat shapely ass behind, stirring myself quickly this side, then rapidly that other, and randomly and unexpectedly that other route and direction again. To be honest and plain damn truthful with you, it is all too much glee and fun and excitement all in all. I enjoy and love, love it all so very much indeed. Don't you yourself? My buttocks and boobies--or breasts, are shaking and trembling and oscillating all too violently and unsteadily. I feel almost like they are going to drop and plummet straight off to the beach sand beneath me. Still, this incurable fear and terror of mine does not stop and ...