I moved closer and gently licked your bottom lip, then the top, nice slow lazy circles of passion. I kissed your sweet nose with a little soft kiss, b...efore you pulled me down on top of you, and our tongues danced as one again. I sucked your tongue into my mouth, released it, and then entered your hot mouth. You started to moan softly. I licked your teeth, and then met your tongue merging with mine. Your breasts heaved up, and you wrapped your legs around me. Your hand grabbed my cock, and. We fell on the sofa in a passionate kiss with her hand up my dress and her fingers already inside my flowering honeypot. They felt so good in there.I think the guy’s name was Christian, but for the life of me I can’t be sure now and it has only been three weeks. He stood there watching us get off. I couldn’t blame him though I would have done the same in his position. It was a sensual display or pure pornography for him as we peeled our dresses off each other, we kissed, we fondled, she delved. Daniel growled, ‘Now what?’ Gabe opened the door half and inch and asked, ‘Uhhh…are you two okay? It’s way too quiet in here.’ ‘Not now, Gabe.’ Catherine rolled her eyes. ‘Well, you see….the thing is….’ ‘Gabe, is it? Can you spit it out, please?’ Daniel’s teeth began to ache from grinding them so hard. All he really wanted to do was beat the hell out of the idiot. ‘Jos is having a fit out here. Can you hand this dress to Cat so she can put it on? Tell her if she needs help to let me know.’. With her thighs gripping my face like hemostats locked onto a roach, the tent, Beansprout and I began sliding through the muck like a redneck bobsled. She was screaming into the air. I was screaming into her pussy, mildly put off by the ensuing echo. Festival-goers were screaming in fright as they witnessed an out-of-control tent bearing down on them like a scene from a Corman B movie. Finally, our impromptu mode of transportation crashed into three slow-to-react potheads. Tossed aside,.