The length of his cock was shimmering with her saliva, reaching up suddenly she clasped his wrists holding them tightly as she sensed the enormous strain inside her pussy, the walls were spreading to one side by its entry, this was not only new to her, but also to her pussy. All were looking forward to the outing; it was a seaside trip, staying at a bungalow and mobile home site. George had to smile at the way she’d gesture with her hands. Not one droplet had escaped the now puffy pussy lips glistening with her juices, closed leisurely together across the once open fissure sealing it. “You make it sound as if I’m about to run a marathon!” George called back
By the time he’d returned with the bottle of wine and two iced glasses, Diana was naked, looking more like an oil painting, laying the full length of the bed, her hair spread across each of the pillows to the sides of her.