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fall down in
tumbling drops of water that appeared to be dancing as she spread
her legs a bit more and bent to have her ass out towards him.
    She felt his hands on her hips as he positioned
himself comfortably to take slow easy strides in and out. She saw
the pleasure on his face in the reflection from the glass as he
thrust in and out of her. In and out. She was so close already. The
music in her ears, the rain against the window, his body pounding
into her and the magical way she could see them having sex against
the reflection. She watched her excited breasts bounce up and down.
She heard her moan fill the room over everything else.
    "Yes! Jayce! Yes! Like that. Fuck me harder."
She moaned out. He complied. His gently glides in and out turned
into hard thrust into her wet slick pussy as his hands would push
and pull her. She let one of her hands leave the glass window as
she dipped her fingers into her wet folds and found her swollen
clitoris. Just as the voice on the live concert cd rang out in a
long tone of breath, her orgasm slammed into her body, and her own
voice screamed out into the night. "Yes..."
    As her plea rang soft off the one long note, she
heard the next song start up as Jayce slammed into her with his own
orgasm. Her pussy filled with his cum, and as she pulsed against
his cock. In that moment, she knew that this birthday memory was
one should would never forget.
    With the moon light on her naked back, the soft flannel blanket folded under her knees; she firmly grasped
his throbbing cock and slid it in her mouth while looking at him
laid back. He was looking to the stars, hands behind his head and
an appreciative moan filling her ears. It was her time to return
the sexual favor. When she had asked him what sexual fantasy he had
of her to fulfill, he promptly told her what he had imagined would
happen to him many a time coming out to the family vacation cabin.
He had imagined this, him lounging back in a deck chair and her
servicing him until he came.
    She remembered his story so vividly, telling her
so explicitly that she did not have to swallow if she did not want
to, but it was a fantasy he had envisioned each time he visited
here. That story, this request, made her feel a bravado she had
never experienced before, and now she was getting the chance.
    A wonderful steak dinner was finished off hours
ago and only the chilled wine was settling in their bellies while
the warm evening air caressed their skin as they laid naked out on
the back deck overlooking the lake with just wisps of evening sun
illuminating their bodies.
    It started out with a fantasy of eating dinner
naked and seeing how long they could last. They did not last long;
he ate her pussy like a buffet on the dining room log cabin table.
Then he told her his request. So here they were. Her between his
naked legs, sucking his hard throbbing cock in and out of her mouth
and enjoying every sensual stroke of his cock.
    With every gliding motion of his cock deep
within her throat, a soft passionate moan filled her ears. He was
enjoying her hot mouth sucking on his cock, her firm grasp around
the base of his cock in one hand, and her other hand was gently
stroking his balls with her fingers with an occasional dip right
behind his balls to an erotic pressure point for a man.
    In the process of this erotic gesture, she
remembered feeding him fresh pineapple at dessert, joking that it
made a man's cum taste sublime. He teased back that he had never
heard that and so she gave him another piece of juicy pineapple
squeezed between her breasts for him to eat off her naked body.
    As she felt the weight of his balls in her hand,
and she guided his cock back out of her mouth but not completely,
letting the tip of her tongue tickle the slit at the top of his
cock, she thought of the pineapple. She realized he was so close to
releasing his cum as his balls tightened and his moans were growls
of pleasure as one of his hands had gently touched the side of her
head,