all the time he thrust harder, his hands tweaking me nipples keeping up the pace and sensory overload. i moved down the blanket to find him just wearing his boxers (as usual). Xxx as you can probably tell, there was a sensible camp and a few leading each other astray. after a week, cameron started to mention to me that he was waking feeling a bit odd but couldnt put his finger on it. during the days we would all go out on walking trips around the countryside and neighbouring villages, then at night we’d either go to the local pub and play pool, or stay in and watch 80s films, make cocktails and chat. always paying attention to his movement while i bobbed up and down his 8″ cock swirling my tongue over it and covering it in my saliva.
