Grabbing my legs just above the knee joint he pressed me down into the beanbag lounger, his cock sinking deeper and ever so lightly touching my internal wall. Indian sex Clusters of bean bag loungers and colourful chairs dotted the outdoor space giving guests various places to go when wanting some alone time or to break away into smaller groups. Firstly, let me introduce myself. With laughter erupting around him, Jack tried his best to turn his shorts inside out single-handedly, his other hand occupied with covering his modesty. I focused on him, and the burning sensation of his hot cum on my skin as he relieved himself. I shuddered as he lightly rolled the pad across my little bud, still sensitive from my recent climax. ***
Thank you for reading, I truly hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed the experience firsthand. “I can’t last long,” he told me, words that came out pained and laced with disappointment. As we sat together, enjoying various drinks and the otherworldly flavours of satay, grilled fish, and spicy sambal, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Tom untied my bikini bottoms on both sides and tugged them from beneath me, the black fabric stained with my wetness.
>