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Picnic

... collapsed on top of me. I held her close. My fingers moved her hair from her face and I kissed her gently on the forehead. I rolled her off my cock. She let out a little gasp as I pulled my cock out of her. “Don’t worry, I’m coming back,” I said gently and kissed her. I climbed out of the hammock. I stood next to the hammock and moved her around so that her sex was presented to me at the edge of the fabric. I leaned down and kissed her pussy. “Sensitive,” she giggled, but I could not resist running my tongue over her lips and clit. She giggled again and her thighs closed around my head. I worked a finger in a little way and she relented, opening up so I could get my finger all the way in and allowing me to tease her engorged clitoris with my tongue. Her wet pussy tasted delicious. My tongue traced her lips and darted deep inside her. She was ready again. She moaned, a longing moan telling me she was aching for something harder. I ran my tongue over her bush and up her body. I stood up and lifted her thighs and entered her, slowly plunging my cock into her. “Oh God,” she exclaimed. I began pumping then, slowly at first allowing her to feel every inch of me working into her and then slowly out until just the head of my prick was inside and then thrusting in again. Enjoying the leverage offered by the mossy forest floor beneath my feet, I took her waist firmly in my grip. I began fucking her faster and harder until my cock was pounding in and out of her little pussy. She began ...

... to come again. I felt her pussy tightening around me, her nipples rock hard. I did not let up but kept fucking her powerfully, pumping through her tightening muscles and thrusting in and out of her until she was screaming in ecstasy. I rammed it home and held it there as the waves of pleasure cascaded over her. She lay there a minute the waves rolling over her, my cock buried deep inside. I withdrew slowly, enjoying the sight of my rock hard shaft glistening with her cum in the afternoon sun. She gasped as my head passed her lips. She lay there for a moment, moving when I climbed back in the hammock with her. Dreamily, she reached over to the little table and took a glass. She poured out the bottle, refilling the glass. She took the last strawberry and smiled at me. Fixing me with her gaze, Kelly rubbed traced the fruit over my cock, now straining for release and pulsing at the slightest touch. She smiled at the reaction of my manhood to her touch. She rubbed the fruit all over my head, my shaft and my balls. Still looking at me and running the tips of her fingers gently up and down my cock. She ran her tongue over the strawberry and then, wrapping her lips around it, sucked it in her mouth. She held it there and picked up the glass emptied it into her mouth. She chewed a little but didn’t swallow. Still holding my eyes with hers, she moved down my body and brought my aching cock to her full lips and ran the head of my cock along them as if my pre-cum was lipstick. She held me ...