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I didn’t get chance before the finish, but as my mouth was flooded with warm, salty cum the cocktail was removed from my throat and I got covered down my cheeks, across my throat and in my hair! I was in dirty, slutty, sexual heaven! I had been a good girl and gotten my reward for sure! My feet were now untied, I was lifted to standing and the French accented voice whispered in my ear “Thank you. I think you are beautiful also. I ‘ope you ‘ave enjoyed your experiences so far this night. I go now and must tie you up again before I do”. With that, I was backed into a nearby tree and tied back up, much as I had been earlier in the night. The guy fondled my breasts one last time, kissed my mouth, tasting my salty lips and left. For the third time this night I was alone, blindfolded in the forest. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I’d had the best night of my life but was now drained and starting to get cold and shiver. It wasn’t long before I became aware of a crackling noise in the near distance followed by footsteps. � As before, when the night began, that soft familiar scent of his skin entered my nostrils. After these other strangers had come for me and gone again, it was now his time. He kissed my lips, gently touching his tongue to mine and removed the blindfold. In the tamil distance, in the clearing near the tent there roared a small bonfire, ashes rising into the clear night sky like fireflies. He untied me and for the first time that night I felt truly tired. I collapsed into his arms and he held me for a moment. Then, stepping back and lifting my chin with his hand, he looked into my eyes and I saw there a sparkle; a sparkle only a special few people ever see. A sparkle that was all the stronger for us now both having lived out a long-held fantasy. We walked to the clearing, slowly sitting down in the warmth of the tent and desi bonfire. The night was almost over now, but not quite. My sheer lace dress was removed, I was laid down, naked on my back. With the full moon overhead and the light of the fire reflecting off our skin, we fucked. It was different from my other experiences that night, it was truly intimate; gentle but firm, old as time but fresh and new in the same instance. For a while, time felt like it stopped, as if the universe was waiting with baited breath to allow us just that one moment more. Then, when we came, we came together, before collapsing into a tangle of limbs and drifting into what was probably the best sleep ever. Just don’t call them female Leprechauns. My nipples rubbed against them as I squirmed, my asshole feeling so exposed. She wanted to be there to feel every moment of Megan's transformation. I loved her. My fingers caressed them, finding my nipples. It was a bengali bit more watery than usual but there was a lot of it. He greets me with an enthusiastic, “Well take a look at you, honey!” and then leers at me suggestively. I'd never do something like that!" She shoved them off her hips and tamil down her legs, her black bush adorning her pale-olive flesh. I reached up and caressed her breasts as I planted kisses along her thighs. desi "With a promise like that I have to see." It was late when I pulled the sheet back to reveal Cindy's naked glory once more. She shrugs out of her gown and circles around both men completely naked in her stilettos, with an all over sun tan. The men looked at each other, shrugged and downed the pills. As if reading my mind, he helped me remember. END OF STORY Her pussy got used to his invading member and stretched to accommodate it, letting him slide easily in and out of her well lubricated hole. 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