It was the final lap to completion. She kissed his hairless chest as the shirt joined her bikini top on the sand. Porn sex Michelle wanted suddenly to cry at the lost chance. Eventually, they found a beach hut, vacated and abandoned by the daytime hordes of sun worshipers. She could feel the raised taste buds of his tongue as it fenced with her own, mixing saliva and tickling the roof of her mouth. As the thrust became longer, so did the pace pick up. And that was how she viewed the event, a performance, something to be reviewed and compared in time. Gradually, the pace increased. There was no way she could go through another mind numbing discussion about sprites or the vagaries of ‘random access memory’. Without thought, she rubbed his cock head between her pussy lips, upwards until she found her clit in its secretive folds. Eventually, he succeeded; the garment slowly fell between them to land on the sandy floor at their feet. The enthusiasm of his acceptance was quite comical to observe. The tension broke of trying to be careful, they returned to each other’s bodies with an abandon. It was driving her mad. Her mind’s eye had it measured as officially huge; without the benefit of sight, her imagination doubled its actual size.
