I took his penis in one hand and with the other pulling the crotch of my bikini to the side, I was trembling. I was suddenly so scared, scared of that uncontrollable taste. My sex demanded it, it was as if his own will controlled my senses. I felt nothing but the desire between my legs. The burning emptiness, which must be filled, definitely and completely. I pressed his acorn in his hole, moved forward and backward, held, and broke as he pushed.
