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Facesitting In Her Bikini
(Scarlett Steele)

"Uh, Mr. Epstein, don't you want a piece of this," I mutter as my fingers dance over my rock solid clit. I aim to give the man a good show while I give myself some much needed release.



Groaning, I'm close to orgasm. I toss the sunglasses to the side because I want to make eye contact with the man. He's still working his arm as I close my eyes, my fingers work over my nipples while my other hand stays on my clit. I imagine what it would be like to come with Mr. Epstein's hands, or face. I buck into a raging orgasm as my pelvis rocks and explodes with pleasure. My fingers dance with lightning speed as I peak and come down. Spent, I lay back on the lounger as gaze up to Mr. Epstein's window. He's there, his body shuttering into an orgasm as he's coming alone too. Smiling, I nod to the man and rise to head back into the house and a nice shower.





The kinkiness of my actions puts me into a fit of dreams all night. I'm with Mr. Epstein. He's shy but very virile as he takes me over and over. It's a fuck fest. I literally wake up with my hand down my panties as I seek release once again. If I weren't on the edge of orgasm, I'd march to his house and let him bring me to the brink and back. But too late as my body rocks and bucks as I come from the horny dreams.