1. The Femina Island's


    Date: 4/14/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: tekkar, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    ahhhhh sounds as the blonde dropped what she was holding onto her tongue. Giggling, the brunette closed her mouth & began chewing. Removing my sunglasses I rubbed my eyes not sure of what I just saw. The fact that it was alive wasn't all of what was scaring me. It looked like a tiny man, a naked squirming tiny man dangling from the blonde's fingers before she dropped him onto her friends tongue. When I looked back they were both staring at me. I knelt frozen in the warm sand. Like a deer caught in the headlights I couldn't move. Turning away, they began giggling again when the blonde stood after picking another tiny man from the bowl they had between them & staring right at me she pulled the front of her bright yellow bikini bottoms away from her body & dangled the tiny wiggling man over the opening. She smiled at me over the top of her red l****a sunglasses & then dropped the tiny man in. 'Ooooooooooooooooo' she moaned as she pressed her fingers against the outside of her bikini, staring right at me before sitting back down next to her friend. I got up, stumbled & ran down toward the beach, their laughter following me every frantic step of the way. Down by the water I waded thru the tiny tide pools unaware I was alone on the whole beach. Unlike the public beach down passed the huge jetty that jutted out almost to the reef that protected this leeward side of the Island, only residents & renters like myself were allowed onto this private beach. Walking toward the jetty I ...
    tried to tell myself I hadn't seen what I saw. I was a detective before I went to law school, a trained-observer,I knew what I saw but what really scared me was the way the blonde didn't try to hide what she was doing, the way she smiled then laughed. But it couldn’t be I tried telling myself. I thought about the little man she had dropped into her bikini. I was getting hard under my cargo shorts. 'Christ what's wrong with me' I almost said aloud. Then I remembered the brunette, the little man she ate alive. 'Christ what's happening here' I had walked almost down to the jetty. The beach beyond the huge black rocks was crowded with people. Beach umbrellas dotted the white sand, windbreakers, k**s flying kites, music & laughter. I leaned against the huge black boulder, my feet sinking into the sand in the tiny waves as I tried to figure out what I should do...what could I do? I looked up passed the dunes to the huge parking area. The heat coming off the cars in waves. The private beach sign high up in the dunes half hidden by tall sea grass just before the jetty. The red arrow pointing back to the private beach, my beach. I was sweating as much from the heat as from what I had seen..........thought I'd seen I told myself. I walked into the mild surf up to my waist & dove in. The water felt wonderful. It washed away the sweat from my body but did little to wash away what I had seen. I remembered Jimmy Foxx, he was the local sheriff here on the Island. I met him in Miami once when I ...
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