<strong>Brad on poolside couch<br/>Tag Sam-entangled. All others welcom. </strong><br/><br/>“Like this?” He grunted- “hard and thick like this eh sweet Sam?” he growled in her ear nuzzling nipping with his lips on any flesh he could find. He had stopped holding back- her signals and urgency had got to him-telling him she was open, ready and expected him to ride.<br/>Brad tugged her hair, pulling her head back and pressed his hips, rocking them hard against her yielding softness. It felt so good as she opened, eased and flowed round his manhood. His cock head, so full, round and slick slid in- impaling her in one long penetrating jerking stroke. Grunting in lust and passion he thrust and pumped.<br/><br/>Now there was heat- now a sense of urgency took hold of him. Gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft sensual curves he started to ride her. Ride her hard, ride her fast, ride her at a fucking gallop. Their bodies pressed and squirmed, he ground his hips against her ass as if boring her pussy with his cock, fucking her hard, screwing her, trying it seemed to bore right through her. If she had not been so wet and open, the onslaught would have been fierce- even hurtful. But as it was, as they were so ready for each other-they fucked as one. Juicily, noisily lustily. The air was full of his groans mingling with her moans and squeals, a duet of pure fucking pleasure. It felt good- oh so good.<br/><br/>He settled into a rhythm of deep penetrating strokes mingled with jerks and thrusts. “Is this how you want it my sexy one- is this deep enough you my delicious juicy fuck – or do you want even more” he was grunting with the effort of pleasure, but also chuckling with the incredible feeling of total abandonment with a girl who knew that pleasure too. If there was a basic description for their encounter- they acted and responded as ‘fuck mates’. Every time she pressed back onto him- he thrust – every stroke, every quiver- they moaned and encouraged each other to greater heights. His cock felt as if she was wringing it out, as her pussy squeezed, rippled and tugged on his root.<br/><br/>Did she realise that Brad’s mind and body were under her control-and hers as his. They touched, whispered and squeezed in an endless erotic dance. It was a coupling of wanton writhing bodies glistening in the shadows, his torso running with sweat, a muscled, sculpted stud working out as he drove them on a trip to absolute abandonment.<br/><br/>And then the spanking began. Panting hard from his pounding thrusts, he had slowed his pace, to gain his breath and keep control. Through the mist of sweat blurring his vision her he looked down at her round lush ass beckoning – teasing, taunting, offering itself - daring him to dig in the spurs. Easing back on his haunches he slapped, then pressed deep, easing back he slapped the other cheek and then pressed deep. Once started, he rolled in a steady rythum, her ass warm and yielding under his steady beat. Not violent abuse, just the stinging warmth of lovers play. He was now giving in to baser lusts, the lust to take her- make her his own-make her soar in a delirium of ecstasy. Breathing heavily, he slapped, squeezed and caressed her pink globes, his fingers spread digging into her flesh as he took her higher.<br/>