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Dale was lying on his back on the sand on an isolated section of the beach that wasn’t so crowded. He had been going in and out of the water all day. He was, at the moment, lying there with his eyes closed, lost in a daydream, when a shadow darkened his eyelids.
Opening his eyes, he saw a woman standing above him next to him.
“Hi,” he said, wondering if she was about to try to sell him some cheap overpriced tourist trinket, or if maybe — just maybe — she kartal escort bayan was going to come on to him.
“Hi!” she said. “Can I sit on your face?”
“What?” Dale asked, his voice raising an octave or two as well.
“I’m doing a sex dare. Can I sit on your face? I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Dale looked her up and down, she was slender but with curves all in the right places, pretty face with blue eyes and long blonde hair that contrasted against her deep golden tan, and an almost-sheer white bikini that left little to the imagination.
“Yeah, sure,” he answered, not knowing what else he could say to such an offer.
She stepped over his body, straddling his chest, facing his feet, and squatted.
For a moment, her tight bikini-clad ass hovered over his face. So close, he could see a few individual muff hairs sticking out from the crotch of her bikini bottom. Then her ass came down onto his face, covering his nose and mouth.
He hadn’t really expected her to actually sit on his face, with her full weight. It felt like a padded anvil was crushing his skull. Fortunately, escort maltepe his head rested in the soft sand as her full weight bore down on his face.
He could feel his nose sticking into her ass crack, separated only by the thin cloth of her bikini; and he could feel her pussy mound pressing down against his lips through the cloth.
A moment later, he heard footsteps around him and women’s voices giggling. Then, had he been able to expel a breath, he would have gasped when he felt her reach into his trunks and grab onto his dick, which immediately got hard.
She then began to give him a hand job inside his trunks to the sounds of more female giggling near by.
She kept stroking his cock with her hand as he felt the pressure build in his loins. At the same time, it was becoming more unpleasant to hold his breath with her ass bearing down upon his mouth and nose. Not wanting to spoil the moment, he endured the pain as she stroked him ever closer to climax. Her skilled hand slid up and down his cock, as her thumb stroked the spot where his cockhead met the shaft.
The pendik escort moments passed and his lungs were screaming for air, but he was almost there… Almost there…
Then he came. He exploded into his trunks, and into her hand, as he squirted wad after wad. As he came, he heard the familiar _click-buzzzz_ sound of a camera.
Finally spent and near suffocation, she slid backward off his face revealing a bevy of bathing beauties at his feet — all equally gorgeous and scantily clad. With her sitting on the sand with her muff pressed against the top of his head, she rested her legs on his shoulders, squeezing his head between her thighs. The woman holding the camera continued to snap photographs as they all giggled in unison.
It was a great view, while it lasted, looking up her belly between her boobs, onto her chin, as she sat there with his head between her thighs. After a moment, she stood and joined her friends and started to walk away.
“Wait!” Dale called out.
They all turned to look back at him, giggling.
To her, Dale said, “I don’t know your name. Or your number.”
“And that’s the way it’s going to stay,” she answered.
Dan sat there a good long time as they walked away in a frenzy of giggling.
He waited until they disappeared, then took another swim to cool off and wash the sticky cum out of his shorts.
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