26-12-2018, 10:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 26-12-2018, 10:27 PM by Ramesh_Rocky.)
He had pressed his hard-on against her, his hand still moving upwards under her dress, and into her ear he urged her to go with him into a back room. Her body fought a battle with her good sense, pleading and begging her to submit to Fernando's proposition. She didn't know what she would have done, if the other dancing couple hadn't stumbled into Fernando. The distraction seemed to bring her back to her senses, and she walked back to Michael as fast as she could.
But then Michael had to work today, and he insisted she go on another snorkeling excursion with Fernando. Fernando apologized about last night as soon as he saw her that morning, explaining he had drunk too much tequila. Jen was wary of Fernando's intentions, but he seemed sincere, and he didn't even wear the Speedos from yesterday, just some baggy swim trunks.
The boat trip had started innocently enough, Fernando didn't flirt with her or make any move to touch her. But when he sat across from her, she could see right up the legs of his baggy trunks. She tried to avert her eyes, but it was too tempting to look. She stole glances when she thought Fernando wouldn't notice. What she saw made her wet. Fernando's penis was huge. It was really long and smooth, like a snake running down his leg. It seemed really wide at the base, and then tapered in a little, but then mushroomed to a big head. She couldn't help but marvel at his size, and he wasn't even hard. Jen felt like such a slut for practically drooling over his size, and she silently chastised herself for acting like a horny tramp.
When they got to the sunken ship, Jen had hoped the cold water and interesting aquatic life would make her forget about what was inside Fernando's pants. But Fernando's shorts weren't really swim trunks, they were just shorts, and they were made of lightweight material. When they got wet, they clung to his skin, so his long, thick penis was clearly outlined in the material. These shorts actually showed him off more than the Speedos, since the stretchy material of the Speedos made him look smaller than he really was.
The boat ride back to the resort was torture for Jen. Her pussy throbbed. Fernando had emerged from the water, his wet trunks clinging to him like a second skin. He sat across from her as before, his body on display. Jen was going out of her mind with lust as she tried to avert her eyes from Fernando's body. "God, I'm such a slut," she silently cursed herself as she tried not to show Fernando the effect he was having on her. The raging hormones of her pregnancy were making things worse. That she was newly married, and even worse pregnant, yet desired Fernando so much, made her feel like a cheap tramp. She wrapped a towel around her waist so at least he wouldn't see how wet she was.
"Would you like to join me for lunch?" Fernando had asked as he helped her off the boat. She shook her head no, not saying anything as she was afraid her voice would quiver and reveal her weakness for him. Her body might desire him but her head and heart were in control, and she was intent to not cheat on Michael again.
She hurried to her room, hoping to entice Michael into early afternoon sex. Her body needed some satisfaction. But he wasn't there, and he wouldn't be back until dinner.
Still sitting on the edge of the bed, Jen put her head in her hands, tears of sexual frustration starting to cloud her eyes. She did the only thing she could do. She slid up onto the bed and, with one arm covering her eyes, she slid her hand down into her bikini bottoms. Her fingers touched her clit and she almost gasped with pleasure. She spread her legs as her fingers rotated over her clit, her orgasm quickly approaching.
Michael watched his new bride masturbate from the darkness of the closet. He was both relieved and disappointed that she had entered their room alone. The dark part of him wished Fernando was with her on the bed. There was no doubt he had aroused her, and he was the reason she was masturbating in the middle of the afternoon. She was no doubt fantasizing about him as she pleasured herself. The thought made Michael's cock throb.
Jen's body tensed, her back arching, her curled toes digging into the mattress, and she moaned as her orgasm rippled through her lithe body. But after a few moments of gasping for breath, Jen slammed the bed with her fist, and sobbed out of frustration. The orgasm had helped a little, but what her body craved was a good fucking by a big hard cock.
"That was beautiful," a voice said from the door.
"Oh my god!" Jen screamed as she saw it was Fernando. She frantically covered herself with the blanket. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
"You didn't lock the door," Fernando said simply, a lecherous smile on his face. He moved towards the bed. "That was really beautiful, it was. There's nothing sexier than a woman playing with herself."
"You've got to leave," Jen said frantically, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation. "I'm married, you shouldn't be here."
"I think you need more," Fernando said, ignoring Jen's words. He unbuckled his shorts and let them fall to his feet.
"Oh god," Jen gasped, her eyes wide at the sight of Fernando's huge, erect cock. Fernando chuckled, no longer surprised at the reaction women had for his body. His cock was harder than usual. He liked fucking married women. There was an extra thrill with seducing another man's wife. But Jen was a new bride, on her honeymoon. And she was prettier and sexier than most women he fucked. This one he would remember for a long time.
Jen didn't resist as Fernando threw the blankets off her. She didn't resist as he pulled off her bikini, or as he spread her legs. She didn't resist as he penetrated her with his cock. She didn't resist as he fucked her, and came inside her. She didn't have any fight left in her, her body had won its battle over her head and heart.
And from the darkness of the closet, Michael recorded the scene of Fernando with his new bride, one quivering hand holding the camcorder, and the other stroking his hard penis.
The End
But then Michael had to work today, and he insisted she go on another snorkeling excursion with Fernando. Fernando apologized about last night as soon as he saw her that morning, explaining he had drunk too much tequila. Jen was wary of Fernando's intentions, but he seemed sincere, and he didn't even wear the Speedos from yesterday, just some baggy swim trunks.
The boat trip had started innocently enough, Fernando didn't flirt with her or make any move to touch her. But when he sat across from her, she could see right up the legs of his baggy trunks. She tried to avert her eyes, but it was too tempting to look. She stole glances when she thought Fernando wouldn't notice. What she saw made her wet. Fernando's penis was huge. It was really long and smooth, like a snake running down his leg. It seemed really wide at the base, and then tapered in a little, but then mushroomed to a big head. She couldn't help but marvel at his size, and he wasn't even hard. Jen felt like such a slut for practically drooling over his size, and she silently chastised herself for acting like a horny tramp.
When they got to the sunken ship, Jen had hoped the cold water and interesting aquatic life would make her forget about what was inside Fernando's pants. But Fernando's shorts weren't really swim trunks, they were just shorts, and they were made of lightweight material. When they got wet, they clung to his skin, so his long, thick penis was clearly outlined in the material. These shorts actually showed him off more than the Speedos, since the stretchy material of the Speedos made him look smaller than he really was.
The boat ride back to the resort was torture for Jen. Her pussy throbbed. Fernando had emerged from the water, his wet trunks clinging to him like a second skin. He sat across from her as before, his body on display. Jen was going out of her mind with lust as she tried to avert her eyes from Fernando's body. "God, I'm such a slut," she silently cursed herself as she tried not to show Fernando the effect he was having on her. The raging hormones of her pregnancy were making things worse. That she was newly married, and even worse pregnant, yet desired Fernando so much, made her feel like a cheap tramp. She wrapped a towel around her waist so at least he wouldn't see how wet she was.
"Would you like to join me for lunch?" Fernando had asked as he helped her off the boat. She shook her head no, not saying anything as she was afraid her voice would quiver and reveal her weakness for him. Her body might desire him but her head and heart were in control, and she was intent to not cheat on Michael again.
She hurried to her room, hoping to entice Michael into early afternoon sex. Her body needed some satisfaction. But he wasn't there, and he wouldn't be back until dinner.
Still sitting on the edge of the bed, Jen put her head in her hands, tears of sexual frustration starting to cloud her eyes. She did the only thing she could do. She slid up onto the bed and, with one arm covering her eyes, she slid her hand down into her bikini bottoms. Her fingers touched her clit and she almost gasped with pleasure. She spread her legs as her fingers rotated over her clit, her orgasm quickly approaching.
Michael watched his new bride masturbate from the darkness of the closet. He was both relieved and disappointed that she had entered their room alone. The dark part of him wished Fernando was with her on the bed. There was no doubt he had aroused her, and he was the reason she was masturbating in the middle of the afternoon. She was no doubt fantasizing about him as she pleasured herself. The thought made Michael's cock throb.
Jen's body tensed, her back arching, her curled toes digging into the mattress, and she moaned as her orgasm rippled through her lithe body. But after a few moments of gasping for breath, Jen slammed the bed with her fist, and sobbed out of frustration. The orgasm had helped a little, but what her body craved was a good fucking by a big hard cock.
"That was beautiful," a voice said from the door.
"Oh my god!" Jen screamed as she saw it was Fernando. She frantically covered herself with the blanket. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
"You didn't lock the door," Fernando said simply, a lecherous smile on his face. He moved towards the bed. "That was really beautiful, it was. There's nothing sexier than a woman playing with herself."
"You've got to leave," Jen said frantically, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation. "I'm married, you shouldn't be here."
"I think you need more," Fernando said, ignoring Jen's words. He unbuckled his shorts and let them fall to his feet.
"Oh god," Jen gasped, her eyes wide at the sight of Fernando's huge, erect cock. Fernando chuckled, no longer surprised at the reaction women had for his body. His cock was harder than usual. He liked fucking married women. There was an extra thrill with seducing another man's wife. But Jen was a new bride, on her honeymoon. And she was prettier and sexier than most women he fucked. This one he would remember for a long time.
Jen didn't resist as Fernando threw the blankets off her. She didn't resist as he pulled off her bikini, or as he spread her legs. She didn't resist as he penetrated her with his cock. She didn't resist as he fucked her, and came inside her. She didn't have any fight left in her, her body had won its battle over her head and heart.
And from the darkness of the closet, Michael recorded the scene of Fernando with his new bride, one quivering hand holding the camcorder, and the other stroking his hard penis.
The End
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