It wasn’t a question or even a command; it was more a statement of fact. Xnxx com The only movement I made as he awkwardly nudged the fat cock-head between my pussy-flaps was to tighten my grip on the handle and deck-chairs. The boy said something to me as he turned away but I couldn’t make anything out in the cauldron of noise as I was roughly pushed onto my back. He wasn’t disappointed and neither was I when he flooded my cunt and belly with jet after jet of sticky spunk. Still resting on his arms and hands as if he was doing press-ups the muscular youth fucked me for another minute or two until I couldn’t stand anymore and was coughing and struggling for air. “No; where ya from?” He persevered, “ya don’t sound local.”
“Oh,” I blushed, “Cork in Ireland. He was a little taller than me, but not as tall as some of his friends.
