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Still, I sat with what must have been a goofy grin on my face.
Annabelle’s leg rubbed against mine. I looked down to see our thighs touching, marveling at the smooth, white flesh of her leg. Was she hitting on me? I needed to tell her to stop. I looked up at her. She was leaning away from me, pressed up against the young man, her head turned toward his. There were kissing, passionately. His dark, muscular hand was caressing her inner thigh, moving up, up, up. Her legs were spread wide. I could see the outline of her sex through her tight, white shorts. His fingers trailed along her pussy lips. Even through the fabric, it was enough to make her jolt and shudder.
Wordlessly, he stood. His shorts were tented by his erection. He took her hand and they stepped away from the fire, not far though, just a few yards distant. He leaned her up against a gently sloping palm tree and slid his hands under her tight tee shirt. I could see him mauling her big tits under the fabric. They were kissing passionately. She ran the fingers of one hand through his thick, black hair. Her other hand was groping at his crotch, pumping up and down on his hard prick.
He lifted up her shirt. Her breasts sprung free, high, round, artificial orbs crowned with small, pink nipples. He sucked her tits, going back and forth from one to the other. He reached down and unzipped her shorts, slowly edging them down, until they cleared her hips and slid down to her thighs. He dropped down and eased them off, leaving him face to face with her crotch. She was wearing tiny, white panties, so thin and sheer that it was like she was already naked. He didn’t waste time. He slid them aside and pressed two fingers into her shaved snatch.
She bucked against his hand as he stood back up. They kissed wetly, sloppily. He removed his fingers from her pussy and fed them into her mouth. She locked eyes with him and sucked his fingers, her pretty, little tongue periodically slipping out to flick his digits. He removed his fingers from her mouth and returned them to her pussy, now finger-banging her hard.
I saw him fumble with his shorts, and a moment later, they fell to his ankles, exposing his muscular butt. Annabelle reached around and squeezed his cheeks. He edged forward, his body pressing between her legs. There was a moment of awkward fumbling, and then he thrust hard, burying his prick inside her. She squealed excitedly. They kissed again for a few moments, and then he began to fuck her, hard.
It was mesmerizing watching his hard, muscular ass clenching over and over as he banged that hot slut against the tree. No pauses, no hesitation, he just pounded into her over and over and over. I could hear her gasps and groans over the crackling of the fire, her blond hair periodically arcing as she swung her head in passion.
“I told you he was a voyeur,” I heard Claire crack from behind me.
“We should give him a show,” Trent suggested.
They both laughed.
Ha Ha. I wanted to turn and confront them, but I was too embarrassed. I just pretended not to hear them as I turned back and stared at the fire. The flames were still magical, but I was sort of wishing my high would end, or at least diminish. I felt trapped inside my body, my reactions slow, my vision altered, impossible to get words out.
Annabelle was still moaning and sighing, but closer now… and to my left? I stayed resolutely focused on the fire. I was tired of being called a voyeur. Sick of Trent. Annoyed at Claire. I just wanted to go back to our room and sleep.
Another moan, louder now, and definitely coming from my… left?
I chanced a look toward Claire and Trent. It took me a few moments to realize what I was seeing.
“No, stop,” I snapped. Or did I? Those were the words I wanted to say, but no sounds emanated from my mouth.
I slowly processed the scene. Claire’s dress was bunched up around her waist, her white panties pulled down to mid-thigh and stretched taut as she spread her legs. It
Annabelle’s leg rubbed against mine. I looked down to see our thighs touching, marveling at the smooth, white flesh of her leg. Was she hitting on me? I needed to tell her to stop. I looked up at her. She was leaning away from me, pressed up against the young man, her head turned toward his. There were kissing, passionately. His dark, muscular hand was caressing her inner thigh, moving up, up, up. Her legs were spread wide. I could see the outline of her sex through her tight, white shorts. His fingers trailed along her pussy lips. Even through the fabric, it was enough to make her jolt and shudder.
Wordlessly, he stood. His shorts were tented by his erection. He took her hand and they stepped away from the fire, not far though, just a few yards distant. He leaned her up against a gently sloping palm tree and slid his hands under her tight tee shirt. I could see him mauling her big tits under the fabric. They were kissing passionately. She ran the fingers of one hand through his thick, black hair. Her other hand was groping at his crotch, pumping up and down on his hard prick.
He lifted up her shirt. Her breasts sprung free, high, round, artificial orbs crowned with small, pink nipples. He sucked her tits, going back and forth from one to the other. He reached down and unzipped her shorts, slowly edging them down, until they cleared her hips and slid down to her thighs. He dropped down and eased them off, leaving him face to face with her crotch. She was wearing tiny, white panties, so thin and sheer that it was like she was already naked. He didn’t waste time. He slid them aside and pressed two fingers into her shaved snatch.
She bucked against his hand as he stood back up. They kissed wetly, sloppily. He removed his fingers from her pussy and fed them into her mouth. She locked eyes with him and sucked his fingers, her pretty, little tongue periodically slipping out to flick his digits. He removed his fingers from her mouth and returned them to her pussy, now finger-banging her hard.
I saw him fumble with his shorts, and a moment later, they fell to his ankles, exposing his muscular butt. Annabelle reached around and squeezed his cheeks. He edged forward, his body pressing between her legs. There was a moment of awkward fumbling, and then he thrust hard, burying his prick inside her. She squealed excitedly. They kissed again for a few moments, and then he began to fuck her, hard.
It was mesmerizing watching his hard, muscular ass clenching over and over as he banged that hot slut against the tree. No pauses, no hesitation, he just pounded into her over and over and over. I could hear her gasps and groans over the crackling of the fire, her blond hair periodically arcing as she swung her head in passion.
“I told you he was a voyeur,” I heard Claire crack from behind me.
“We should give him a show,” Trent suggested.
They both laughed.
Ha Ha. I wanted to turn and confront them, but I was too embarrassed. I just pretended not to hear them as I turned back and stared at the fire. The flames were still magical, but I was sort of wishing my high would end, or at least diminish. I felt trapped inside my body, my reactions slow, my vision altered, impossible to get words out.
Annabelle was still moaning and sighing, but closer now… and to my left? I stayed resolutely focused on the fire. I was tired of being called a voyeur. Sick of Trent. Annoyed at Claire. I just wanted to go back to our room and sleep.
Another moan, louder now, and definitely coming from my… left?
I chanced a look toward Claire and Trent. It took me a few moments to realize what I was seeing.
“No, stop,” I snapped. Or did I? Those were the words I wanted to say, but no sounds emanated from my mouth.
I slowly processed the scene. Claire’s dress was bunched up around her waist, her white panties pulled down to mid-thigh and stretched taut as she spread her legs. It
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