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Authors: Matt Coolomon
Tags: BDSM, adult erotica
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her with it a few times but she managed to clamp her thighs together.
"Fuck that's tight," Wairangi groaned.
"Get off me," Mira demanded, but it was noticeable that her voice was under her breath and not loud enough for her husband to hear.
Wairangi wound the front of her panties around his fingers and ripped them completely from her body.
She gasped and clutched at a branch sticking out from the rock face. Her other hand was gripping his shoulder and she was trying to push him away but he lifted her dress up to her neck and sucked her left tit into his mouth. He then leant back a bit to have a look. He had his forearm across her shoulders, holding her dress up and pinning her against the rock. He thumbed her left nipple and then he licked his thumb and wet her right nipple. Mira's body shuddered and her sweet little tits bounced as his fingers trailed down to her belly and lower until his middle finger smoothed over her pubes. He inserted the tip of his finger between her pussy lips and rubbed gently into her folds, separating them, and then he forced his finger all the way up her again.
Mira's head was arched up and away. She was anxiously looking in the direction of her husband, but Kenny thought she was more concerned that he might be watching.
Her legs had fallen open a little and Wairangi was working her fluids into her clit. He had her hips rolling a little and he was letting his middle finger slip in and out of her pink little hole but he'd relaxed his hold on her and suddenly she pushed away from him and he almost lost his balance on the ledge they were standing on.
Mira tugged her dress down and stepped around the rock face and she quickly gained the level where her husband was just packing his camera away. Nothing was said about the incident though and they continued their climb with Simon again leading.
Mira kept hold of her husband's hand for a while and Wairangi and Kenny lagged back a bit. They had almost made it to the top of the headland. There was just a level stretch of trail and then one final climb to the summit. As they began climbing again Mira slowed and let Simon go ahead. She kept out of reach but each time she had to open her legs she would look back down with a teasing little smile in her eyes.
They reached the top of the headland and rested. Nestled amongst the palm trees below was the campsite. There was another tiny stream there, merely a trickle of fresh rain water from the hills beyond, which spilled into a broad, shallow pool surrounded by mossy rocks. There was a flat, sandy park between the camp and what appeared to be a perfect surf beach. Fiumu was pulling on a wet suit and he collected his surf board and ran into the waves. Wairangi hurried ahead to join his friend.
Kenny stayed close, chatting with Simon as they made their way down from the headland. Mira kept ahead of the men and on a few occasions Kenny was treated to a nice view down the front of her dress. It was loose and it gaped to reveal her sweet little nipples when she had to turn and climb down some of the steeper parts of the trail.
She had remained very quiet and appeared to be deep in thought. Kenny wondered if she would tell her husband about Wairangi touching her and about him doing nothing to stop him.
Had she screamed or something he would definitely have stepped in but at the time he didn't think that was what she wanted. To be sure, he didn't know what she wanted. Her body had responded – there was no denying the movement of her hips, pressing her open pussy against the guy's hand, and there was no denying the glossy coating of her juices upon his finger as it was coming out of her. But then at the first opportunity she pushed him away and hurried to her husband. But then she didn't tell him!
Confused is what Kenny was – confused, with a hardening cock that was just then responding to the sight of Mira fixing her hiking boot. Simon had stopped to take another photo and Kenny watched his wife sitting
"Fuck that's tight," Wairangi groaned.
"Get off me," Mira demanded, but it was noticeable that her voice was under her breath and not loud enough for her husband to hear.
Wairangi wound the front of her panties around his fingers and ripped them completely from her body.
She gasped and clutched at a branch sticking out from the rock face. Her other hand was gripping his shoulder and she was trying to push him away but he lifted her dress up to her neck and sucked her left tit into his mouth. He then leant back a bit to have a look. He had his forearm across her shoulders, holding her dress up and pinning her against the rock. He thumbed her left nipple and then he licked his thumb and wet her right nipple. Mira's body shuddered and her sweet little tits bounced as his fingers trailed down to her belly and lower until his middle finger smoothed over her pubes. He inserted the tip of his finger between her pussy lips and rubbed gently into her folds, separating them, and then he forced his finger all the way up her again.
Mira's head was arched up and away. She was anxiously looking in the direction of her husband, but Kenny thought she was more concerned that he might be watching.
Her legs had fallen open a little and Wairangi was working her fluids into her clit. He had her hips rolling a little and he was letting his middle finger slip in and out of her pink little hole but he'd relaxed his hold on her and suddenly she pushed away from him and he almost lost his balance on the ledge they were standing on.
Mira tugged her dress down and stepped around the rock face and she quickly gained the level where her husband was just packing his camera away. Nothing was said about the incident though and they continued their climb with Simon again leading.
Mira kept hold of her husband's hand for a while and Wairangi and Kenny lagged back a bit. They had almost made it to the top of the headland. There was just a level stretch of trail and then one final climb to the summit. As they began climbing again Mira slowed and let Simon go ahead. She kept out of reach but each time she had to open her legs she would look back down with a teasing little smile in her eyes.
They reached the top of the headland and rested. Nestled amongst the palm trees below was the campsite. There was another tiny stream there, merely a trickle of fresh rain water from the hills beyond, which spilled into a broad, shallow pool surrounded by mossy rocks. There was a flat, sandy park between the camp and what appeared to be a perfect surf beach. Fiumu was pulling on a wet suit and he collected his surf board and ran into the waves. Wairangi hurried ahead to join his friend.
Kenny stayed close, chatting with Simon as they made their way down from the headland. Mira kept ahead of the men and on a few occasions Kenny was treated to a nice view down the front of her dress. It was loose and it gaped to reveal her sweet little nipples when she had to turn and climb down some of the steeper parts of the trail.
She had remained very quiet and appeared to be deep in thought. Kenny wondered if she would tell her husband about Wairangi touching her and about him doing nothing to stop him.
Had she screamed or something he would definitely have stepped in but at the time he didn't think that was what she wanted. To be sure, he didn't know what she wanted. Her body had responded – there was no denying the movement of her hips, pressing her open pussy against the guy's hand, and there was no denying the glossy coating of her juices upon his finger as it was coming out of her. But then at the first opportunity she pushed him away and hurried to her husband. But then she didn't tell him!
Confused is what Kenny was – confused, with a hardening cock that was just then responding to the sight of Mira fixing her hiking boot. Simon had stopped to take another photo and Kenny watched his wife sitting
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