They’d had dinner on the hotel terrace overlooking the beach. Hayden had waited for her at the bar over a glass of wine while those moments in the v...ineyard played and replayed in his mind. Squatting before him, eyes closing, gently gnawing her bottom lip as she looks off to the side to let go with a deep, long sigh. He could’ve sworn it was a different girl who finally joined him. Her dress was simple, but the body that was half in and half out of it was anything but. The plunging halter bodice. Once there I pulled a chair out from the table. Turned to her and said. “Pull down your pants, leave your panties on, put your feet on the outside of the back legs of the chair, bend over and grab the seat with your hands.” With her back to me, she did what she was told. She was wearing white cotton panties with red around the waist and legs. Stretched tight across her ass, when she bent over they formed what I could only describe as the perfect camel toe over her pussy.I tried to put it. Oh dear god in heaven.“Go ahead and touch me, Mr. Marsh. Don’t be scared. I’m your birthday present.”That was dirty pool. She’d always called me Tom. The ‘Mr. Marsh’ thing was just to mess with me. Of course, it seriously worked.I reached forward and touched Dylan’s ass like you’d touch the holy grail or the ark of the covenant. With reverence, awe, and humility. This was proof that there was a divine power out there. He existed and he had molded this little blonde coed’s perfect ass just for. It took all the strength I had just to keep it from flying out of my mouth and every last bit of concentration to ensure the powerful squirts that soon shot out of it would end up in my mouth. It was hard work, but it all paid off in the end.The hot semen that flowed down my throat was so tasty it was almost too much for my taste buds to handle. But they somehow kept from being overthrown and continued sending the massage to my brain that the orgasmilk flowing down my throat was the tastiest I.