She slept so well here at the beach, so much better than at home. It was a very welcome vacation from the usual and mundane life she lived otherwise.S...he stretched against the thin silky sheets, enjoying the contrast of textures against her body. Her nipples tightened in the cooler night winds that slipped between the opening in the window. She cushioned her head against the softness of the pillow and let her thoughts wander.When sleep took her, she wasn't sure. She wasn't even sure if it had,. Slowly, I let my hands glide down her back on either side of her spine to the top part of her ass. At that point, my hands parted and slid across the top of her ass cheeks, sinking into the soft flesh and down to the sides of her hips, then up along her sides, purposely glancing her breasts, and back to her shoulders. The movement was a continuous and smooth one-motion stroke.This maneuver was repeated for an extended period, of time. I loved the feel of her flesh beneath my hands. She was not. The porn never made it out of the closet. It would have been a downgrade from what I had just witnessed. The next morning I woke up and was shaking my head thinking about the night before. I don't know how I did it but I held out against my angels's persistent pleads for me to titty fuck her. I felt better, stronger, and more sure of myself now. This was just a phase Tiffany was going through. I just had to hold up and be a man, maybe jack off a lot in secret, but in front of her I needed to. Another firm slap, and Sherrie responded with a long groan, looked at me with a unexpectedly wicked grin, and hissed "Harder! Spank my fuckin' ass harder!" She seemed to transform before my eyes from a perky, teasing, naughty little cheerleader into a sultry, horny, dirty talking slut.The intense passion in Sherrie's eyes as she begged me to spank her harder fired my primal urges, making my balls swell with cum and my hard cock pulse and strain with my lust to pump into her. I ripped her soaked.