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Campsite shower sex

... pulling them apart with such determination that the wet ‘plop’ of my pussy lips parting gave away my own, thinly veiled hunger. His lips kissed their way languorously down my neck, eventually reaching my swelling breasts. He cupped one of them with one hand and explored gently between my legs with the other. He started to nibble on my erect nipples, licking and sucking them but I wanted infernal, not maternal. My pussy had been waiting far too long and she had a serious leak! I craved his tongue down there and fast. I needed eating hard and deep, it was no longer a choice but a medical emergency! He continued running his fingers over my mound, finding the source of my nectar and plunging a long finger into it whilst leaving his thumb windscreen-washing my seriously engorged clitty. My hands in his tousled hair made it clear where his face belonged right now. I guided him to my sopping cunt, I wanted him to taste my hunger, to drink from me, lick me, bite me, pull me, suck me, fuck me! At last, his tongue arrived at its destination and he started lapping at my rivers of girly juice. He picked me up and plunked me on a sink, ripping my bikini bottoms off and down my legs. Much more like it: passion and intent! I wasn’t disappointed. All fired up, there was no holding him back now. His face danced a merry jig over my clitty and swollen labia, his fingers explored, probed, parted and found their way to my tight but, oh-so-cute little butt hole. I groaned permission and his index ...

... took possession of my ass, his thumb my cunt and his lovely fat tongue, everything else lick-able. I was on the edge already. My legs started to shudder as my orgasm welled up from somewhere inside my stomach. I wanted that cock in me now! Reaching down, I caressed the short-deforming lump in his pants and pulled it free. On my god! Beautiful! Long, fat, hard and veiny. I wanted it and pulled firmly towards the direction of my pussy. He played it over my wide open love-lips, letting his fat cock-head smack against my own mini version. It found the entrance to me and, with a breath-taking push, it was up and deep inside of me. I clamped him in me and savoured the delicious feeling, like being full after a fabulous meal. He started to move rapidly between my legs, ever deeper into my yearning body. I don’t know what it is about ‘holiday romances’ but, whether you stay together or not, the memories of the fucking always seem more virile than your stay-at-home boyfriend’s efforts. Maybe it's the lack of implied commitment or just that I’m just a slut? I couldn’t keep my noises down any more. He fucked me on the sink, up against the cubicle wall, on the floor in full view. All the while, I was wailing like a banshee and snarling my aggressive passion for all to hear. He stopped suddenly and pulled out of me with a vaguely offensive noise. Legs held apart by the ankles, he split me with a deft push, giving my cervix an impressive upper-cut (upper-cunt?). I wanted to feel him do the ...