The wind and rain on my bare 36C breasts feel amazing and my nipples react instantly. I know I am a slut but it would be nice if the whole world knew it too, that way I could be free and live how I want to live. He calls me slut over and over; his hands are on my head, pushing me down harder onto his cock. The wet grass feels great on my hard nipples and my hand slips down to my ass. They are all watching my every move and though I don’t know how long they have been there I can tell by the look on their faces they have been there long enough. Once on my knees I feel her hands on the back of my head pulling me home.
Her favourite fantasy was that Sally was laying between her legs, her face only about a foot away from her pussy, as she finger-fucked herself. “You are incredibly sexy, Sally,” Ginger sighed as she surrendered to her desires, squatting down on the beach towel while pulling on her nipples with one hand and pounding her hot slippery wet pussy with the fingers of her other hand. “Let him watch and fucking worship the wank sluts!” As this defiant cry left her lips her cunt exploded like a fire hydrant drenching Sally in the warm outpourings of her lust. Ginger and Sally looked up to see a fat hairy man with a bushy red beard walking towards them.