All that could be seen of Chilemba was his testicles and the shaft of his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. She was naked, of course, as was r...equired for such events. Clothing, shoes or even make-up was not considered appropriate for a sporting event. That sort of thing was more appropriate for beauty contests, porn shows or videos than for a serious-minded competition like the Tenth International Sex Olympics. Nevertheless, watching the footage of her performance, again and again and. There right in my face was her beautiful taned ass cheeks and I could see the lips of her pussy peeking out from between them. Go set in the den so I can get dressed she told me. It took her over an hour to get dressed. But when she came in the den I couldn't get over how hot she looked. She was wearing the dress we bought in Virginia Highlands and as she walked her right leg would show out of the slit. It was covered in black fish net and she had on a pair of knee high boots also in black. She. After a second I dragged myself up onto the seat and jerked off hard and loud moaning like a whore and pumping my cock so hard people could hear the banging of the toilet seat as I was slamming myself up and down on it. Heres what I was jerking to.In my mind the mystery man was one of the big sexy Italians I had seen around Rome. Like the mystery guy he watched me but after he saw my cock get hard he left the door open grabbed my hips and started violently fucking me just pounding my ass like. I even stopped at the top to swirl my tongue around the head and give it a little kiss. Enough, now get back in the first position he said. But… I said. Just do it! So there I was again on my back, grabbing my ankles, with my legs wide open. He scoots in and puts his dick right at the entrance to my ass. He lifts my ass up a little bit and rubs my wet crotch juices into my asshole and works a finger in and then two fingers in. He rubs it all over his cock and pushes hard against my ass until it.