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The buzzing became sharper and sharper.
It was clear to us that it was getting closer.
Doriana rose tiredly from her beach towel, numbed by the early afternoon sun. She sat down and with a light touch invited me to do the same. The pale red raft was getting closer and closer, there was a man and a woman on it. I felt a sense of annoyance, of violated intimacy, as if that corner of paradise, which in the long beach "Rena Bianca" in the good morning we had conquered, should remain only ours.
They stopped about ten metres from the shore, got off the boat and, after the few metres that separated them from the shoreline, were in front of us.
He was about thirty-five years old, his hair short, graying on his temples, his eyes green and fast, contrasting with the sun reddened skin, his physique dry. She just behind him, as if she didn't want to interfere in the conversation that was about to begin; blonde, her hair a ponytail hanging in the air, her eyes light and mild, no longer sexting, but desirable.
I stood up, to welcome the inopportune visitors. Doriana did likewise, showing the thriving breasts that the wide, sleepy nipples made even bigger.
Michel rebooted his hair and gave us a friendly smile and greeted us. The French accent gave the greeting an exotic, mysterious taste. The vivid look, which some wrinkles around the eyes made fascinating, peered at us. "Magnificent place, isn't it?" he continued.
The disappointment for the unexpected interference soon gave way to curiosity; we introduced ourselves cheerfully, as if the meeting took place at a party, in a prearranged way; Angelique smiled, holding out her hand, "Teodoro, Teo" I said.
We allowed ourselves a sincere and amused conversation, incredibly open and casual. The atmosphere was pleasant, we seemed two couples of old friends, who are spending a holiday together, free from the nags of everyday life.
Michel looked us straight in the eyes, with his cunning and penetrating look, he lingered particularly on Doriana, who didn't miss generous breast glances. Angelique was more resigned, her lack of knowledge of the language did not allow her to be fluent in her partner's jokes, but she appeared equally affable and jovial.
"Why don't you come for a ride with us," Michel invited us, giving yet another peek at Doriana's tits. She looked at me questioningly and indecisively, and then approved, smiling: "Why not?". Michel and I screamed in unison.
Having collected our things and walked the few meters of water, Doriana and I climbed joyfully and excitedly on the boat of the two strangers.
The engine filled the air, and slowly we went out into the open sea.
On the boat we continued to chat, delighted by the curious and intriguing situation that had arisen, on that hot day at the end of August; we smiled at each other as accomplices, everything seemed to be extraordinarily intoxicating; Michel insisted on observing Doriana, smiled at her with desire and looked at me as an accomplice. I was winking, giving a sign of understanding. The gust of the wind was blowing our hair, the salt and sun dried our skin, the sea was emerald and blue around us.
Doriana decided to red-hot the situation, and with small movements of the thighs, she ended the flap of the already reduced thong in the middle of the vagina. A flush of heat flooded my cheeks.
Angelique was holding the rudder, and now she was pushing the boat at a discreet speed; Michel, decidedly horny, approached her, and with a sudden gesture took off her bra and threw it upwards with a shout, catching her annoyed mischief. Doriana and I laughed at that gesture and Michel, encouraged by our attitude, approached her again and gave her a kiss, he moved his hand that hid his breasts from our sight, she put up a slight resistance and finally gave in to that kiss, to that unusual and transgressive gesture. The nipples, still squeezed, came out brown on the golden skin.
After an hour of navigation we saw a small rock, we entered the cove that offered us and we dropped anchor. It was deserted, and the crystal clear water seemed to call out to us. It was at that point that Doriana proposed: "Why don't we swim naked?". Michel and I welcomed the proposal with a roar and in less than a second we took off our bathing suit; a feeling of freshness enveloped my balls and my bird, which had been swollen for a long time, and pervaded my body.
Michel also had a hard cock, soaring in mid-air with the chapel uncovered, his balls gathered and lifted. Doriana exclaimed amusedly, "Angelique, look at these two pigs!". Then she took off her thong slowly, looking us straight in the eyes, in a gesture of challenge, or invitation, or pride, of unattainable contempt, while she seemed to say: "Look, look at my pussy, you pigs, you like it, don't you? Do you want to enjoy it? Come on, tell me! "Eat me with your eyes, let me feel your eyes, you savage, piercing, piercing eyes.
Michel couldn't take his eyes off her, he was magnetically attracted by her pubis, a strip of very short, ashy blond hair running down her lower abdomen, stopping at a finger from the convergence of her big lips, completely glabrous and slightly open. Completely dazed, he remembered Angelique, always sitting next to the rudder, tried to remove for a moment the violent upheaval that was stunting his senses, and assumed an expression with a barely decent demeanor, turned towards her, moistened his lips without saliva, and hinting at a smile invited her to imitate us, to take off her panties. Angelique was cordial but firm in her refusal. There was no time for a reply, Doriana took two steps and dived into the water. Michel immediately did the same thing. Angelique and I looked at each other, took her hand and imitated our comrades.
I let myself go down, emptying my breath as much as I could; I felt the extinction of a fire all over my body, the crystal clear water, it enveloped me completely, every part of my body, every millimeter of my skin was full of its caress, I felt the burning of the sun, the wind, the salt and that turbid and upsetting excitement. Water, fresh, transparent, regenerating, maternal, consoling, satisfying, blue, violent, true, real, tangible, simple and vital. From below I could see the feet, the legs, the bodies of my companions on the trip, I could see the floating of their limbs, the continuous production of bubbles, and the sky above them. I felt as if I didn't belong in that situation, as if I were a stranger watching a film in a suburban cinema on Sunday afternoon, alone, in the last row, alone, far away. At a certain point I thought that my woman was up there, together with two strangers, of whom we knew nothing, we didn't know who they were, where they came from, what they were doing, why they were there, what they wanted, where they had taken us, where they would take us. A panic took hold in me; I emerged as quickly as I could, a horizon of shouting and cheerfulness overwhelmed me again, everything went back to the way it was before.
We played at splashing water in each other's faces, diving, twisting and underwater encounters, pulling each other by the feet, pushing ourselves down, or pushing the head of the unfortunate man on duty underwater, only to escape a few strokes and get caught, starting the game again as a victim. We kept laughing and playing, touching each other, touching each other, feeling our bodies throbbing all the time.
Angelique was the first to get back on the raft, and I made two strokes away from Doriana and Michel who continued their noisy game. I lay down dead, the sky was turquoise, not even a cloud, it seemed impossible to have so much fun, to live such overwhelming emotions, in a place that must have been like heaven.
I closed my eyes for a few moments, the laughter was an echo covered by the light lapping of the water in my ears, the sun warmed my face and my belly, the water cooled my neck and my back, again alone, far from everything and everyone, alone, another me, another dimension, another reality. I thought about what I was living, about how the day had started, about leaving home early in the morning to enjoy the best hours of sunshine, about that strange encounter, about what the epilogue would be like. What if it was already over? Now we get on the raft and they take us back, we say goodbye as good friends exchanging addresses, and promising unlikely encounters we leave each other. What if it's already over? I felt anxiety. I resumed the upright position feeling the coolness of the water on the parts of the body warmed by the sun shining in the middle of the sky, and again prone, I swam towards Doriana and Michel.
I saw them continuing with their games, joyful and drunk with pleasure, I decided to approach them slowly; when I was not far away I immersed myself, so that I could look at them without being seen. The two naked bodies continued their playful dance, made of sprays, hugs, chases; Doriana's breasts were two white balls that the force of gravity inevitably carried upwards, Michel, with the excuse of an unlikely fight, took them in his hands, enjoying their softness and enjoying the nipples, two pinkies blooming from the halo, almost disappeared and wrinkled, at the same time he took advantage to rub his penis on her buttocks.
We surfaced beside them and competed to get to our boat first.
We let Doriana win as she climbed on the edge of the dinghy to get on it; the feat was accomplished, and she stayed with her ass in the air, Michel and I watched the show: to give herself the necessary thrust to climb Doriana lifted and spread her legs, her vagina completely on display; her small lips, light pink, opened on the dark slit, just above even her anus was exposed in front of us, her dark pink edge was slightly swollen. "I'll help you," Michel said with a thread of voice, he put the palm of his hand on her ass, but he couldn't resist and two fingers slipped into her vagina. The unexpected little finger caused Doriana to let go, and with a scream of wonder she slipped into the water. She resurfaced laughing and splashed water in Michel's face again.
I gained the boat and saw Angelique sitting in her usual place, who had witnessed the scene, expressing her amused dissent with slight nods of her head. I was completely excited, my member was very hard, I looked at her through the mask that the situation had given me: no saliva, thin eyes, wheezing, upper lip slightly raised. I approached her firmly, I cinched her with my left arm while with my right hand I held her breast. I approached her mouth, already open, and I could barely feel the dampness of her lips as she turned her face; I let go of my grip on her breast, and with the same hand I held her chin, which I turned again towards me. She offered a weak resistance, which my determination and strength won without problems, and I stuck my tongue in her mouth, profaning her, possessing her with violence. Her lips had disappeared into my mouth, almost as if to eat them, while her tongue continued its frantic patrol. I had no response from her, her tongue was inert and her face had not stopped resisting, in an attempt to escape the violent kiss.
"You don't feel like it, do you?" I said to her, pulling me away from her face and letting go with my hand. "Je ne sais pà" she replied, lowering her head, perhaps sorry.
I looked up and saw Doriana struggling with a new attempt to get on the boat, half of her body was on board the raft, her buttocks raised from the water must have shown more or less the same view as before, I read it from Michel's hypnotized gaze.
I approached her and she looked at me inquisitively and suspiciously, stopping shaking her legs for a moment, without saying a word I lowered myself and put my penis in front of her mouth. She took it in her mouth immediately, sucked it voraciously, emitting faint moans, swallowing it without sparing herself helped by my gentle pushes. Michel saw the scene and put both arms on the edge of the raft and his face disappeared between my partner's thighs. He was making her enjoy it, I understood from the movement of his mouth, which had become slower and deeper on my cock, accompanied by loud and frequent moans.
I was on the verge of orgasm in a short time and I detached myself to continue the fuck in another way. Doriana gained the boat helped by Michel, sat down on the opposite side of the raft and when he got on it he saw her in front of him, her thighs wide open, her hands widening the big lips of her vagina. Michel looked at her and Doriana just said "come". He plunged his face back into her pussy and my woman, he did his best to produce noisy moans and lustful invitations: "Yes! Come on! Lick me!" and again "That's it, bravo, let me enjoy". In the meantime I greedily sucked her big nipples and stuck my tongue in her mouth, enjoying her orgasms.
In one of the rare pauses from my kisses he saw Angelique sitting on the short side near the engine, so he stopped Michel with a wave of his hand, stood up, walked towards her, embraced her and kissed her passionately. Angelique let herself go completely, they kissed as they kissed two lovers who hadn't seen each other for a long time, hugged firmly, stroking each other's backs and shoulders with sweetness and desire, eyes in eyes, mouths that kept changing position, perfectly matching, heads tilting, now to the right, now to the left, breasts pressed against each other.
They moved away, after a time that seemed endlessly fatigued, smiling, smug.
Doriana began to lick her breasts, her tongue out of her mouth ran through the hills of Angelique, lingering on her nipples that she sucked with repeated snaps, then she slipped down her belly, slipped out of her costume and began to taste her pussy.
Angelique was completely overwhelmed by passion, her eyes closed, her head reclined back, her arms outstretched behind her shoulders to support herself, her breath short.
Doriana was in a doggy-style position, legs apart; Michel took advantage of this to continue licking her and his tongue penetrated Doriana directly into her anus. I stroked Angelique's breasts and sat next to her and started to make out with her. This time the kiss was generously reciprocated.
Michel pulled Doriana's tongue out and lifted her torso and started to fuck her. She stopped licking Angelique, and I took the opportunity to put my cock inside her. Doriana on all fours, under Michel's thrust, joined Angelique and me, putting her breasts on the edge of the boat, where Angelique was laying her ass; Michel and I were practically beside her. We looked at each other excitedly, an animalistic grimace was drawing our faces, I put my hand on his ass and invited him to slam my woman harder. "Slap her, slap this bitch hard, let her enjoy it, that's all she wants." Michel slapped her hard, while Doriana added little screams and moans. There was a moment in which we competed who beat the other's woman harder: a blow me, a blow you, a blow me, a stronger blow you.
Michel made a series of close rales, pulled his dick out of my partner's vagina and flooded her ass with cum. After a few moments the dick lost consistency, and still dripping it ended up in Doriana's mouth, who in the meantime had turned around and enjoyed the last tears of cum.
I felt a flush of heat starting from my balls, climbing on my back, piercing my body and exploding from my nipples, in that instant, I came abundantly on Angelique's belly. Doriana, who had not missed the scene, put her face in the middle of my cum, licking her belly and pubis, where a stream of liquid had descended.
We fell exhausted and paid the price on the floor. In the distance, the sound of an engine.
The buzzing became clearer and clearer.
It was clear to us that it was getting closer.
It was clear to us that it was getting closer.
Doriana rose tiredly from her beach towel, numbed by the early afternoon sun. She sat down and with a light touch invited me to do the same. The pale red raft was getting closer and closer, there was a man and a woman on it. I felt a sense of annoyance, of violated intimacy, as if that corner of paradise, which in the long beach "Rena Bianca" in the good morning we had conquered, should remain only ours.
They stopped about ten metres from the shore, got off the boat and, after the few metres that separated them from the shoreline, were in front of us.
He was about thirty-five years old, his hair short, graying on his temples, his eyes green and fast, contrasting with the sun reddened skin, his physique dry. She just behind him, as if she didn't want to interfere in the conversation that was about to begin; blonde, her hair a ponytail hanging in the air, her eyes light and mild, no longer sexting, but desirable.
I stood up, to welcome the inopportune visitors. Doriana did likewise, showing the thriving breasts that the wide, sleepy nipples made even bigger.
Michel rebooted his hair and gave us a friendly smile and greeted us. The French accent gave the greeting an exotic, mysterious taste. The vivid look, which some wrinkles around the eyes made fascinating, peered at us. "Magnificent place, isn't it?" he continued.
The disappointment for the unexpected interference soon gave way to curiosity; we introduced ourselves cheerfully, as if the meeting took place at a party, in a prearranged way; Angelique smiled, holding out her hand, "Teodoro, Teo" I said.
We allowed ourselves a sincere and amused conversation, incredibly open and casual. The atmosphere was pleasant, we seemed two couples of old friends, who are spending a holiday together, free from the nags of everyday life.
Michel looked us straight in the eyes, with his cunning and penetrating look, he lingered particularly on Doriana, who didn't miss generous breast glances. Angelique was more resigned, her lack of knowledge of the language did not allow her to be fluent in her partner's jokes, but she appeared equally affable and jovial.
"Why don't you come for a ride with us," Michel invited us, giving yet another peek at Doriana's tits. She looked at me questioningly and indecisively, and then approved, smiling: "Why not?". Michel and I screamed in unison.
Having collected our things and walked the few meters of water, Doriana and I climbed joyfully and excitedly on the boat of the two strangers.
The engine filled the air, and slowly we went out into the open sea.
On the boat we continued to chat, delighted by the curious and intriguing situation that had arisen, on that hot day at the end of August; we smiled at each other as accomplices, everything seemed to be extraordinarily intoxicating; Michel insisted on observing Doriana, smiled at her with desire and looked at me as an accomplice. I was winking, giving a sign of understanding. The gust of the wind was blowing our hair, the salt and sun dried our skin, the sea was emerald and blue around us.
Doriana decided to red-hot the situation, and with small movements of the thighs, she ended the flap of the already reduced thong in the middle of the vagina. A flush of heat flooded my cheeks.
Angelique was holding the rudder, and now she was pushing the boat at a discreet speed; Michel, decidedly horny, approached her, and with a sudden gesture took off her bra and threw it upwards with a shout, catching her annoyed mischief. Doriana and I laughed at that gesture and Michel, encouraged by our attitude, approached her again and gave her a kiss, he moved his hand that hid his breasts from our sight, she put up a slight resistance and finally gave in to that kiss, to that unusual and transgressive gesture. The nipples, still squeezed, came out brown on the golden skin.
After an hour of navigation we saw a small rock, we entered the cove that offered us and we dropped anchor. It was deserted, and the crystal clear water seemed to call out to us. It was at that point that Doriana proposed: "Why don't we swim naked?". Michel and I welcomed the proposal with a roar and in less than a second we took off our bathing suit; a feeling of freshness enveloped my balls and my bird, which had been swollen for a long time, and pervaded my body.
Michel also had a hard cock, soaring in mid-air with the chapel uncovered, his balls gathered and lifted. Doriana exclaimed amusedly, "Angelique, look at these two pigs!". Then she took off her thong slowly, looking us straight in the eyes, in a gesture of challenge, or invitation, or pride, of unattainable contempt, while she seemed to say: "Look, look at my pussy, you pigs, you like it, don't you? Do you want to enjoy it? Come on, tell me! "Eat me with your eyes, let me feel your eyes, you savage, piercing, piercing eyes.
Michel couldn't take his eyes off her, he was magnetically attracted by her pubis, a strip of very short, ashy blond hair running down her lower abdomen, stopping at a finger from the convergence of her big lips, completely glabrous and slightly open. Completely dazed, he remembered Angelique, always sitting next to the rudder, tried to remove for a moment the violent upheaval that was stunting his senses, and assumed an expression with a barely decent demeanor, turned towards her, moistened his lips without saliva, and hinting at a smile invited her to imitate us, to take off her panties. Angelique was cordial but firm in her refusal. There was no time for a reply, Doriana took two steps and dived into the water. Michel immediately did the same thing. Angelique and I looked at each other, took her hand and imitated our comrades.
I let myself go down, emptying my breath as much as I could; I felt the extinction of a fire all over my body, the crystal clear water, it enveloped me completely, every part of my body, every millimeter of my skin was full of its caress, I felt the burning of the sun, the wind, the salt and that turbid and upsetting excitement. Water, fresh, transparent, regenerating, maternal, consoling, satisfying, blue, violent, true, real, tangible, simple and vital. From below I could see the feet, the legs, the bodies of my companions on the trip, I could see the floating of their limbs, the continuous production of bubbles, and the sky above them. I felt as if I didn't belong in that situation, as if I were a stranger watching a film in a suburban cinema on Sunday afternoon, alone, in the last row, alone, far away. At a certain point I thought that my woman was up there, together with two strangers, of whom we knew nothing, we didn't know who they were, where they came from, what they were doing, why they were there, what they wanted, where they had taken us, where they would take us. A panic took hold in me; I emerged as quickly as I could, a horizon of shouting and cheerfulness overwhelmed me again, everything went back to the way it was before.
We played at splashing water in each other's faces, diving, twisting and underwater encounters, pulling each other by the feet, pushing ourselves down, or pushing the head of the unfortunate man on duty underwater, only to escape a few strokes and get caught, starting the game again as a victim. We kept laughing and playing, touching each other, touching each other, feeling our bodies throbbing all the time.
Angelique was the first to get back on the raft, and I made two strokes away from Doriana and Michel who continued their noisy game. I lay down dead, the sky was turquoise, not even a cloud, it seemed impossible to have so much fun, to live such overwhelming emotions, in a place that must have been like heaven.
I closed my eyes for a few moments, the laughter was an echo covered by the light lapping of the water in my ears, the sun warmed my face and my belly, the water cooled my neck and my back, again alone, far from everything and everyone, alone, another me, another dimension, another reality. I thought about what I was living, about how the day had started, about leaving home early in the morning to enjoy the best hours of sunshine, about that strange encounter, about what the epilogue would be like. What if it was already over? Now we get on the raft and they take us back, we say goodbye as good friends exchanging addresses, and promising unlikely encounters we leave each other. What if it's already over? I felt anxiety. I resumed the upright position feeling the coolness of the water on the parts of the body warmed by the sun shining in the middle of the sky, and again prone, I swam towards Doriana and Michel.
I saw them continuing with their games, joyful and drunk with pleasure, I decided to approach them slowly; when I was not far away I immersed myself, so that I could look at them without being seen. The two naked bodies continued their playful dance, made of sprays, hugs, chases; Doriana's breasts were two white balls that the force of gravity inevitably carried upwards, Michel, with the excuse of an unlikely fight, took them in his hands, enjoying their softness and enjoying the nipples, two pinkies blooming from the halo, almost disappeared and wrinkled, at the same time he took advantage to rub his penis on her buttocks.
We surfaced beside them and competed to get to our boat first.
We let Doriana win as she climbed on the edge of the dinghy to get on it; the feat was accomplished, and she stayed with her ass in the air, Michel and I watched the show: to give herself the necessary thrust to climb Doriana lifted and spread her legs, her vagina completely on display; her small lips, light pink, opened on the dark slit, just above even her anus was exposed in front of us, her dark pink edge was slightly swollen. "I'll help you," Michel said with a thread of voice, he put the palm of his hand on her ass, but he couldn't resist and two fingers slipped into her vagina. The unexpected little finger caused Doriana to let go, and with a scream of wonder she slipped into the water. She resurfaced laughing and splashed water in Michel's face again.
I gained the boat and saw Angelique sitting in her usual place, who had witnessed the scene, expressing her amused dissent with slight nods of her head. I was completely excited, my member was very hard, I looked at her through the mask that the situation had given me: no saliva, thin eyes, wheezing, upper lip slightly raised. I approached her firmly, I cinched her with my left arm while with my right hand I held her breast. I approached her mouth, already open, and I could barely feel the dampness of her lips as she turned her face; I let go of my grip on her breast, and with the same hand I held her chin, which I turned again towards me. She offered a weak resistance, which my determination and strength won without problems, and I stuck my tongue in her mouth, profaning her, possessing her with violence. Her lips had disappeared into my mouth, almost as if to eat them, while her tongue continued its frantic patrol. I had no response from her, her tongue was inert and her face had not stopped resisting, in an attempt to escape the violent kiss.
"You don't feel like it, do you?" I said to her, pulling me away from her face and letting go with my hand. "Je ne sais pà" she replied, lowering her head, perhaps sorry.
I looked up and saw Doriana struggling with a new attempt to get on the boat, half of her body was on board the raft, her buttocks raised from the water must have shown more or less the same view as before, I read it from Michel's hypnotized gaze.
I approached her and she looked at me inquisitively and suspiciously, stopping shaking her legs for a moment, without saying a word I lowered myself and put my penis in front of her mouth. She took it in her mouth immediately, sucked it voraciously, emitting faint moans, swallowing it without sparing herself helped by my gentle pushes. Michel saw the scene and put both arms on the edge of the raft and his face disappeared between my partner's thighs. He was making her enjoy it, I understood from the movement of his mouth, which had become slower and deeper on my cock, accompanied by loud and frequent moans.
I was on the verge of orgasm in a short time and I detached myself to continue the fuck in another way. Doriana gained the boat helped by Michel, sat down on the opposite side of the raft and when he got on it he saw her in front of him, her thighs wide open, her hands widening the big lips of her vagina. Michel looked at her and Doriana just said "come". He plunged his face back into her pussy and my woman, he did his best to produce noisy moans and lustful invitations: "Yes! Come on! Lick me!" and again "That's it, bravo, let me enjoy". In the meantime I greedily sucked her big nipples and stuck my tongue in her mouth, enjoying her orgasms.
In one of the rare pauses from my kisses he saw Angelique sitting on the short side near the engine, so he stopped Michel with a wave of his hand, stood up, walked towards her, embraced her and kissed her passionately. Angelique let herself go completely, they kissed as they kissed two lovers who hadn't seen each other for a long time, hugged firmly, stroking each other's backs and shoulders with sweetness and desire, eyes in eyes, mouths that kept changing position, perfectly matching, heads tilting, now to the right, now to the left, breasts pressed against each other.
They moved away, after a time that seemed endlessly fatigued, smiling, smug.
Doriana began to lick her breasts, her tongue out of her mouth ran through the hills of Angelique, lingering on her nipples that she sucked with repeated snaps, then she slipped down her belly, slipped out of her costume and began to taste her pussy.
Angelique was completely overwhelmed by passion, her eyes closed, her head reclined back, her arms outstretched behind her shoulders to support herself, her breath short.
Doriana was in a doggy-style position, legs apart; Michel took advantage of this to continue licking her and his tongue penetrated Doriana directly into her anus. I stroked Angelique's breasts and sat next to her and started to make out with her. This time the kiss was generously reciprocated.
Michel pulled Doriana's tongue out and lifted her torso and started to fuck her. She stopped licking Angelique, and I took the opportunity to put my cock inside her. Doriana on all fours, under Michel's thrust, joined Angelique and me, putting her breasts on the edge of the boat, where Angelique was laying her ass; Michel and I were practically beside her. We looked at each other excitedly, an animalistic grimace was drawing our faces, I put my hand on his ass and invited him to slam my woman harder. "Slap her, slap this bitch hard, let her enjoy it, that's all she wants." Michel slapped her hard, while Doriana added little screams and moans. There was a moment in which we competed who beat the other's woman harder: a blow me, a blow you, a blow me, a stronger blow you.
Michel made a series of close rales, pulled his dick out of my partner's vagina and flooded her ass with cum. After a few moments the dick lost consistency, and still dripping it ended up in Doriana's mouth, who in the meantime had turned around and enjoyed the last tears of cum.
I felt a flush of heat starting from my balls, climbing on my back, piercing my body and exploding from my nipples, in that instant, I came abundantly on Angelique's belly. Doriana, who had not missed the scene, put her face in the middle of my cum, licking her belly and pubis, where a stream of liquid had descended.
We fell exhausted and paid the price on the floor. In the distance, the sound of an engine.
The buzzing became clearer and clearer.
It was clear to us that it was getting closer.
