as a member in my ass began to move. At first slowly back, and then - sharply forward. I screamed, but as befits the executive nymph only bent even more strongly in the back, obligingly exposing the stretched hole to the mercy of a man.

And Mr. Thornton finally went into a rage. Oh, God, how passionately his moans sounded. I have long dreamed of such a reaction!

A member frantically drilled my ass, and I enjoyed the sound of the voice of the man treating me. I no longer saw in the darkened glass the waves rushing past, I forgot that I was on the boat as a purchased nymph, I was just more and more shaking the member who was sliding in my poor ass, and my moans began to interlace with Mr. Thornton’s moans. I felt the waves of pleasure sweeping over me, and began to pull at a corner of wet petals that were just flowing with moisture.

I do not know what embarrassed me in this mad jump, but at some point I emerged from the whirlpool of lust and passion. And screamed in surprise. There were people right in front of my face! My sphincter shrank in fright, forcing the man who had me to scream with pleasure.

Then I realized that the boat sailed to the port and stood at the pier, where the people met. Fortunately, the glass on the boat outside the mirror. I hardly managed to remember how I saw my fiancé! It seemed to me that he was looking straight at me. It brought me even more. Henri looked around with a questioning expression on his face, not knowing that his girlfriend practically had another man in his ass in front of his eyes! I screamed and began to sit down myself on the member, looking at the sweet face. Orgasm was not long in coming. I huddled on the penis, feeling with a gentle sphincter every fold, every swollen vein on a thick trunk. Mr. Thornton could not bear my cuts and, roaring, finished too. A powerful red-hot stream hit me in such a way that I almost buried my face in the glass, and my sensations intensified a hundredfold. I shook under the groom's gaze, feeling how the powerful piston of my client was pouring violently into me.

Then everything accelerated. Mr. Thornton, not even allowing me to catch my breath, put his skirt and blouse, he pulled on his pants. The nymph is not supposed to be outraged, but what should I do if from both my holes flowed. Then I shoved in the hands of the previously damaged pants. I barely had time to wipe them off, as I was almost forcefully pushed out into the corridor. Only there Mr. Thornton pulled me to him and said:

- You're a miracle, Lulu! I will never forget you.

I almost burst into tears, despite the fact that I had to meet with the groom in almost naked form, and even with all the same flowing juices - my pussy and strangers - from battered ass. But the heart was already striving for it - my sweet Henri.

- Surprise! - I exclaimed, showing himself to Henri, as soon as he noticed me. - I look like?

We embraced, and I immediately felt his hand in my ass.

- Oh, how I missed you! - whispered my fiance. - I want you so much ... You look amazing, and I hope you will wear such blouses not only after a long separation?

“That's not all ...” I whispered. “There’s still nothing on me ... Hey, hey, Henri!” Doperpi to the house!

- I do not want! - smiled my fiance. - I also have a surprise!

The surprise was a huge limousine in the parking lot! I became cold when I was inside - the driver was fenced off by a curtain, glass was tinted ... No, I didn’t mind giving up Henri, I already felt a growing excitement, despite wild orgasms just a few minutes ago ... But if my fiancé is as usual wants to caress me there ... These thoughts flashed through my head when the limousine gently moved, and Henri reached out to me.

- Stop stop! - I pulled away. - I want everything to be unusual in such a romantic atmosphere! Suppose I am a tender slut ... (If Henri knew how close to the truth!). Just do not rush, my dear.

The idea that so many men had me in all holes, and the groom will have to wait a bit, greatly aroused me.

I, enticingly smiling, undid the blouse and took it off. Sticking out my chest, I played a little with my shoulders so that my breasts swayed invitingly. Then I bent over and, passing the fabric between my legs, began to move it to and fro. The excitement was already so great that I bit my sponge and groaned, feeling the folds of fabric caressing my lower lips. It was so good! In addition, I wiped the last remnants of Mr. Thornton sperm. I put the final touch when I took the perfume out of my purse and, putting my legs up to the roof of the cabin, corked the swollen petals.

“Oh, Henri,” I moaned, “she missed your lips.”

My fiancé, dumbfounded by watching the scene I played, immediately leaned over and leaned over my pussy. I groaned with pleasure. Then his tongue penetrated into me, and I screamed at all at the thought that quite recently everyone who wanted it and could pay was shoving members here. For a few minutes I gave myself to my tongue fucking, sliding my fingers into delicate folds so that he could reach all sensitive places.

Finally, Henry could not stand it and leaned on me, breathing hoarsely in my ear. I hurriedly caught his dick and put it into myself, groaning with pleasure. My fiance groaned in response and began to process me as well as all those men who were my buyers.

“Oh, Henri, I love you,” I whispered, and added to myself, feeling the orgasm approaching, “but others also quite have to plant me in that hole that they only want ...”

EPILOGUE. Seven years have passed since that cruise. I married Henri, bore him a little Jean-Pierre. And when the baby was a year old, and he was weaned, I told my husband that I needed a break in a few days. When I called Bisbee, I flew off to America to sail for a “cruise” one more time.

Since then, every year I play the role of the nymph Bisbee, returning home refreshed and prettier. I have a lot of energy for a long time, and my Henri is very pleased with me when I satisfy his needs with all the diligence.

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