Jack had to reposition himself several times to account for Leslie’s movements and eventually he ran around to the other side of the bed. In the fe...w seconds that Jack’s tongue was away from Leslie’s pussy she began to whine slightly. But as soon as Jack was going at it again, her whines turned into soft coo’s, accentuated every now and then with a sharp intake of breath whenever Jack hit a certain spot.At this point Leslie had had so many orgasms, big and small, that her body just felt like. A few weeks passed-by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck. The only survivor was Kathleen WynneThat evening, the man brought Wynne to the evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening - red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze - perfect for a night of romance.Pretty soon, the man started to get those feelings again. He fought the urges as long as he could but he finally gave-in and leaned over to Wynne and told her he hadn't had sex for months.Wynne batted her. But still I did not cum. She pivoted, an action which alone could bring me to orgasm on any other night, and now I could see my cock pressing up into her backside, which rose and fell , accepting me and then rejecting me. She was panting again, and I could tell by her frantic movements that she would climax again soon, and she was desperate for me to do the same.Suddenly, an idea sprang full-formed from the recesses of my mind. If I had been thinking, I might have wondered at it, but as it. But it only reaches her knees before he pushes her on her back, forcing his swollen length inside the heavenly hole. She gasps at first, but that gasp turns into a moan as he begins thrusting. He holds up her leg as he goes deeper inside of her, her growing moans pushing to go faster. He lifts her ankles to her shoulders after two minutes pass, his length pushing deeper and harder into the girl... no the woman underneath him. He thrusts as deeply as possible when the girl's climax approaches,.