It was the type of family vacation that a girl dreams of. A luxury hotel in Cabo San Lucas with a stunning pool and the aquamarine ocean steps away. A perfect excuse to lounge about in my royal blue string bikini, highlighting my long legs, 38D breasts, a physique shaped by years of sports, and made my eyes really pop (they're two colors - one is green, the other blue). As I reclined on the teak chaise, raybans on, blonde hair caressing my cleavage, I felt a small drip of water hit my thigh. I raised my eyes and was met with the sight of a tanned man standing about 6 ft. tall with thick, slightly wavy, brown hair, eyes that reminded me of molten chocolate, and a mojito in his hand. With the sort of confidence that comes naturally, he handed me the cocktail, little beads of moisture sliding off the glass and dripping onto my stomach and chest as I …show more content…
His cock was 6 inches long but as thick as a coke bottle. I could feel my tight pussy stretching as he filled me up more than any of my dildos ever could. A groan escaped his lips as he started to slowly fuck my pussy. Pulling almost all the way out, until just his swollen head was parting my lips, then deep in until his balls slapped my clit. My eyes closed in pleasure as I focused on feeling every inch of his cock claiming my pussy. One hand pressed down between my shoulderblades, forcing my ass further into the air, exaggerating the curve in my back. I felt Gary's cock tap gently on my lower lip and with an eager grin I slowly licked his cock, coating it in my saliva so my lips slid easily along his veiny shaft, feeling it stiffen and swell to it's full length of 8 inches as I hungrily took his cock in my mouth. My mouth mimicking what my pussy was doing to Tim's dick, I ran my tongue around the soft skin of the head, tasting the salty precum, making my mouth water. I wanted to feel them both cum in me at the same time. I loved being their little
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
I clearly remember being woken up by Ma at five-thirty in the morning so I could take a shower and proceed to getting ready. Several hours later, after having my hair and makeup finished, and having put on the dress, we were ready to head out. I didn’t dare catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror until I was ready to leave, and I remember feeling something cold run swiftly down my spine as I stared into the reflection of a girl I could hardly recognize. Still astounded by that encounter, we walked to our local temple for a brief ceremony before heading to “La Hacienda”, where family and friends were already waiting for us. The moment I stepped into the vivid garden of the venue, the world around me came to an abrupt stop. I inhaled the fresh floral scent that completely filled my lungs, and what was left of my consciousness could only distinguish specks of silver and purple from the decorations. When I returned from the trance, I was welcomed by the clapping hands of our guests as the banda played “Las Mañanitas”. We steadily walked over to our table and after getting set up we made a toast and proceeded to having our meals. This was just the beginning of a very long day, as later on in the evening we would begin the dance, which was very special to me in many
You pulled at my hair and groaned as I ran my tongue along your lips. The warmth of my breath felt wonderful as I drew towards your clitoris. Minutes passed. You could hear my ministrations but you concentrated on the pleasure. You helped by spreading yourself open; I took advantage and slipped a finger in.
There I stand on the Atlantic Ocean beach in Daytona, Florida. It’s 7:49 A.M, June 28, 2015. I feel my size ten feet sink into the frosty sand. With my board in my left arm, and sand covering my body, I seize my direction towards the blue ocean. As I halt at the base of the monumental ocean, I gaze in both directions, not a life in sight. I feel at peace, solitude, in my own meager world. As the crisp ocean mist wipes my sand replete face, I bounce into the ocean with my board under my body, cruising into the profound blue sea.
The first thing I heard was Virginia Beach vacation, and then in excitement I ran and got my stuff and started to pack. The part I was most excited about was that the hotel is a beachfront hotel room.I was so excited because I love the beach and I really wanted to go back to the beachfront hotel and stay there. I went there when I was in second grade. I have gotten to go there a few times since second grade, but I did not get to stay there overnight.
The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
It felt like hours but it was probably only five minutes before I started squirming once again. I froze when I noticed his eyes on me at first. My pussy is dripping. I forget where I am again and just grind on my stool. I can feel my climax building and my breath is becoming deep and rapid.
I placed one hand on his enlarged shaft and gently started licking the tip. Stroking his rod firmly but leisurely he begins to moan. He takes a hold of the back of my hair and forces his cock deep into my mouth. “Be a good girl and take all of Daddy,” he murmurs. Taken back, I decide to just go with the flow and began sucking on his member harder while slapping my tongue against his shaft. Fiercer with every bob of my head, I allow my spit to drip out of my mouth and roll down his cock. Using it as lube I start stroking him faster, wrapping my lips around tighter, bobbing my head quicker. His groans become louder and more pronounced as I maneuver his fuck stick. Becoming intoxicated with excitement, I wanted so badly to suck him dry. Riveted with the amount of pleasure I am giving him; I begin massaging his balls. Lefty starts breathing faster, as I can feel his dick throbbing and twitching. Set on achieving my goal with one final draw he erupts like a furious volcano. Doing all that I can to slurp up and swallow all of his yummy load. His sweet nectar is such an aphrodisiac to me. Once I retrieved every last tasty drop of him, I sat back on my knees and in a bashful voice said, “how was that
With each movement, she could feel it rubbing against the raw walls of her pussy. James put one hand on her breast, twisting her nipple and forcing her moans to grow louder, while the other massaged her clit. He used his fingers to separate her lips, exposing her nub, and then he rubbed the tip while occasional giving it a gentle twist. He could feel her walls holding on to his cock and it was driving him crazy, the way they held onto his thick rod and how the walls seemed to quiver against him.
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.