1. The Day I could not Say, 'No'


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Anal, Group Sex, Masturbation, Author: MarieL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Much has been said and seen on here with regards to the Maspalomas, a haven on the South-East coast of the island of Gran Canaria. But let me tell you a little about myself, and why this particular area is dear to my heart, and my sexual sanity. I am a woman in her middling years, past my bloom of girlhood, have borne two beautiful daughters, and although still sexually attractive, my clientèle are older men, with less of a favourable chance of sexual liaisons with Western ladies, though, when I say liaisons, I mean, allowing them to look and masturbate, come close and occasionally touch, mostly my legs and breasts, and on rarer occasions, I will reciprocate by masturbating myself, and the occasional cock, though very rarely. My husband, who has long given up on intercourse, his medication has rendered his Penis all but dead to erections, and he has found relief in watching and filming me, his wife enjoying herself with so many men watching. I know you could be right in calling me a tease, but sex is all about the tension, the build-up, and taking it close to the edge, about perfect strangers coming across a naked woman, who does not object to being watched, or cry **** when a man starts to masturbate and have an erection as he nears her. I lay with my legs open, and my cunt wet, like the sl**ping beauty waiting for her first kiss to awaken her, I lie waiting for a cock, my openness advertising my need, not for a kiss, but for the perfect fuck, from the perfect stranger, ...
    with the right cock, and my husband acknowledges my need. So now for the last four years we come here, to lie every day in the dunes, as naked as the day I was born, and to be free as the bird, watching potential suitors display their prowess, like birds with a dazzling array of colours on their plumage, for me the fleshy nudity of the men, from brown to black, from grey to bald, from athletic to rotund and small, and cocks stiff and flaccid, I watch them all, as my husband films, for me to watch and relive during the dark Winter months, here in Sweden. It was eight, and already the Sun beat down in the thirties, as we breakfasted on our balcony, I was still nude, straight from bed, as I gazed out over the hot sands, knowing I would see more of the same, and as my husband stared into his day old newspaper, my fingers were already preparing myself, as I slowly rubbed my stiff clitoris, all this freedom of sexual expression, was what I loved about here, even the couple in the next room, well the male occupant in particular, his bitch wife was sexually repressed, had witnessed my uninhibited dallying, and he now emerged every morning, onto his balcony, sporting an erection that drew a smile from my lips, which in turn drew a couple of unsolicited jerks from his cock, in essence, he was blatantly telling me he wanted to fuck me, and I concurred with ever the slightest of a nod from my head, and warm smile from my pouted lips, now I basked in the supposed knowledge, that down here, ...
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