My dress is a light, spaghetti-strap affair that ties at the side, you find the ties, loosen them, allowing my breasts with their hard nipples escape ...into your talented hands. As you play, I feel my honey pot warm, the honey starts to flow, how delicious. My legs go around your waist, you hold me tight as you look for a place to lay me down….you have found a wonderful moss-covered rock that is flat and at an angle about waist high…perfect. You lay me down on the moss, peel away the dress, fold. She pulled them down and got on her knees like the dirty little cock slut I remember her being. Her blonde hair fell over her face as she sucked my cock, I could feel her tongue stud wrapping itself around me. As she dragged me over to the bed she pulled her underware down and threw them over onto the other side of the bed. Being into domination she pushed me down on the bed and straddled my aching cock. She moved her pert little ass up and down taking in every inch. I wrapped my tongue around. That's what I thought of the new bartender at my favorite bar I always frequented weekly. He still looked like one fully dressed. I wondered what it would be like if I was the last one to leave, then before I would leave he would reach for me and place a hand on my shirt. I would imagine his fingers having slid underneath the fabric to touch the flesh that was my shoulder for real. "Don't go yet. Stay." he said with a smile. "You are the only one left, as you can see." he said as he used his. Kavala padathe.Nithya: hey please da bhayama eruku.Me: avolo weight ah onnum Ella ana michadu Elam weight ah tha eruku.Nithya: yenadhu…???Me: was just laughing and she was insisting on me telling what I actually meant then I put her on the bed and went near her put my plam on her boobs and told” unoda muula maa”. She closed her eyes and slowly opened and said “Ahaana”. I then squeezed her Muula hard and closed her eyes and gulped her saliva and and bit her lips and moaned ahhhhh then she looked.