Fetish Sex Story - At The Beach
The breeze from the ocean gave the night air a fresh salty scent. As we walk out of the restaurant it rejuvenates us both from the stylish cigarette smoke that a few still insist on breathing. We both breathe in deep, then cast an anticipating glance at each other. An eager smile forms on our faces simultaneously. “We’ll come back for the car later,” I remark as we head towards the beach. The evening’s events were unfolding perfectly. Continue: Fetish Sex Story - At The Beach
Posted by sexstories on 01-29-2008 at 11:01 pm
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