This gold little ring will bind him, hold him forever...never to be touched, tasted by these wanting lips...

"Come on sweetie, before I fuck you right here, right now!" he's not smiling as he groans this. A soft giggle can he heard as I scamper away form the hands that try to pull me in close. Gosh, the beach is lovely this morning. We've done this often, our little strolls, taking us up and down the sandy strip. Our favorite spot glistening just up ahead. A small cove is formed with slate colored stones. A hidden fortress built for two. Sweet little pink flowers cover the foliage, keeping it cool on the steamiest days. Your senses tingle at the aroma of the sweet hibiscus, lovely purple and red petals dripping with dew. He spreads the soft cover, thermos long forgotten. I can only stand before him, eyes taking in his form, sprawled lusciously for me to devour. I can't help the soft sigh, the thoughts that creep in. Thoughts of never seeing this lusty form again, never tasting, touching. Feeling his hands on my breasts, my petals...how they cream for him! The feel of his strong hands running through my soft locks, pushing my mouth down onto him, nipping, playing at his tip. His finally release after hours of play. The way his eyes always finding mine in the last moment, letting me see his passion, lust for me. I can't breathe, the pounding of my heart loud, filling my pretty little head. I can't speak, the words trapped behind the huge knot filling my throat, emitting a small tear as I slowly lower myself onto him. My eyes fill, threatening to leak with his husky words. "Baby...sweet Baby. Please...can't stand to feel what's in those sparkling browns!", as he try's to rise up, take my in his arms. "Oh, Tommy, tis ok lov," brushing my fingertips with the wetness, tracing it just under puffy lip. "My need, want for this," ever so slowly I take him into my soft hands, letting his tip feel my wetness. Teasing, moving him against my creamy petals just before I plunge down upon him, feeling him fill me. The lust for this, me, pours over his handsome face. A throaty moan can be heard as I settle, letting him in further, adjusting to his size as I come down on his lips, crushing them, forcing my tongue between his strong ones. Wanting in to taste him, playing at his warmth, pulling his tongue, sucking him in my hungry mouth. Urgently I devour him, nipping, mating with his tongue. The whirling filling my brain, hot, searing waves of passion take me as his hands cover my full hips, holding me, not letting me grind against his cock. Waves soon replaced with sensual tingles as his soft hands caress their way up my curvy side, pressing harder, knowing the giggles he did not want to create should he touch that certain spot! I can't help but cry out as he find the pinnacle area just below my sweet mangoes. He teases and plays there, knowing how wild this drives me. Feeling the sudden vibrations as I cum around him, no movement, no pinch of my clit, only the feelings of his fingers pulling, twisting my hard nipple, brings forth my first orgasms. Covering his cock with my creamy juices, sucking at his lower lip, a small yelp , a little nibble forces his member to throb, pulse around my searing cave, vibrating walls. A soft chuckle as I rise up, covering his massive hands with my tiny ones. Together as one we play and pull, eyes never parting as I begin to move slowly. No soft chuckles, no purring giggles, only the husky, " Ride me CJ...fuck me hard! Oh my Baby, my sweet little one!" Watching him, half closed lust filled eyes as I move up and down, to his very tip, teasing his shaft, threatening to pull out. Then coming down hard only to rise again, thrusting myself upon his, over and over. Taking no more of my teasing he flips me over, strong arms encircling, cock still deep inside. I cream at the look in his blues. He does like to watch, as he pumps in and out, seeing my lips spread, filling my hot, sweet flower. My tiny ankles are in his hands now, watching as he spreads them wide, threatening to split as he penetrates deeper, pressing against my insides I can feel his growth, readiness to explode. I'm not done, this can't be it, my last feel of his throbbing cock as it drives into my being. These horrible thoughts purge out the intensity, my lust for him to consume me. This intensity amplifies as I feel him pull out, pull away!

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