<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">Richard wasted no time at all; not a moment after Emily's legs spread, did Richard shove his finger as far into her depths as he possibly could. Emily's spine straightened, as he began pumping in and out of her, collecting a copious amount of juices in the process. By now, she was wanting him to fuck her, that much was clear. The spark in her eyes was one of pure unadulterated lust at this point, though his advances were still not enough to keep her from vigorously going about her task. <br/><br/>Though it was distracting, Emily was still able to keep up, the minx she was, pumping his cock like her goal was to milk him dry. Her grip fastened against his long, thick length, an impressive size to be sure. It wasn't until his cock had sprung free that Emily realized how big and thick he really was; it causing her face to heat with impatience. But it seemed Richard still was not entirely comfortable. He looked around, though not quite as nervously as the first time, perhaps less worried about being watched and more... intrigued by the concept? Her digits juggled his balls expertly, lightly rolling them between fingers and playing with the loose, hanging skin there, teasingly tugging, but being gentle enough all the same that it wasn't painful, more, thrilling.<br/><br/>She mewled through gritted teeth when his hand returned to her breast, fingers pinching and pulling at her pert, hardened nipple. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep up the wits of their conversation, with all of the double meanings and playful banter, her head beginning to reel with as the fog of passion thickened. At her mention of fucking, Richard's face seemed to agree, before something had convinced him to offer an alternative suggestion. It was not something Emily hadn't seen before; many men convinced themselves that only sex with someone else was cheating, so everything leading up to it, was innocent... or at least, more innocent than full-on adultery. She presumed Richard was in that category, talking himself out of a quickie in the cabana because there was so much risk involved with the possible consequences. <br/><br/>Giggling, Emily already started walking backwards, guiding him to the lounger, nodding her head in approval of his offer. "I'd love to let you eat me out, while I suck you off." She bit at her lip after wetting it with a trail of saliva from her tongue, and let go of his member completely, withdrawing her hands from the edge of his shorts, turning on him, and bending to adjust the seat so that it would lay completely flat. "Lay down," she offered; experience taught her that it was easier for a woman to manipulate her body when it was atop a man's, and not the other way around. "Then I'll straddle your face, and mouth-fuck you," she eagerly invited, only to take a step back to him, giving his shorts a firm tug, while leaning up, and kissing where her lips reached; at his neck. <br/></div>