Another fresh ocean breath caressed Mary's body and helped her free her aching n*****s from the restraints of her robe with an imperceptible tug. It was like a double pleasure to feel the tongue push up against her c**t as her t**s swung freely in the caressive breeze at the same time. The cooling draft caressed her languorously, kind of cooling away the heat that the waves of passion created – as though nature knew exactly how she felt!
Suddenly the urge to massage her aching n*****s became almost unbearable. She was just about to let go of the girl's head as she changed her mind. This was actually a great opportunity to throw the little darling even further down into the depths of unconditional submission!
"Linda, please" she whispered sweetly; "Use your hand to caress my n*****s too.
