I went past their table and looked at them meaningfully while dropping the spoon there. I pulled my fingers out and pressed both hands tight together, spread the thumbs apart and then shoved all eight fingers inside her.
From the market square we went on a walk down towards the river. "The way I know us we rather piss on beauty standards." Martina didn't say anything but steered the boat towards a small overgrown island close by. When we got there, we got off the boat and walked naked through the thicket until we were sure nobody could see us. I heard her gasp for air, but she bravely pushed back.
A small pond was branching off there, and a few people were rowing boats on it. I reached for her twat and let the warm stream run across my hand, rubbing the wet fingers on her tits afterwards. "My goddess, you know how to please my tits." I smiled and made her bend across a tree trunk, and while her cunt was still running out I pushed my fingers inside her and began fucking. Curious, especially when every other story's votes are from accounts made in varying years. The people of this site deserve to know you're a hack.
Wanting to enjoy the day, we took a boat and went out across the lake. "It's so good to feel it in me or on me, to smell it, to taste it." I began caressing her breasts and said: "I can offer you a few other things you can feel, smell and taste." Martina moaned again. Her piss sprayed across my arm while I worked her twat and she moaned loud. If you're this obsessed with staying on top of the charts, write better stories.
I thought it odd at first, but it seemed to really turn her on, so with time I enjoyed our little role-play as well. We live about 200 km apart, it was summer and we were both curious. "I'm such a little anal whore who needs it up her asshole constantly.