My arms circled her hips and I eased her forward until the wild foliage of her pussy hovered just above my lips. She frowned, slightly perturbed that anyone would lock the pool. A groan of approval tore from her lips as I penetrated her behind pushing my slippery finger right in to the last knuckle. She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if we hadn't had a chance to talk in ages. He snatched a handful of her dark linen dress and tore it down the front. She bent forward to let my hand invade the top but balked when I tried to undo the buttons. She donned the bottoms of her bikini. The softness of her mouth on my own and the pungent taste of my juices on her gorgeous face lit fires of desire that I'd never felt before. And then she felt his hands gently grip her upper arms, raising her up, first to her knees, then to her feet, and guiding her in trembling steps Hardcore the room. The dress was far from new and she was almost grown out of it.