Rachel O'Corner was enjoying the view. It was timeless and serene. From their hotel balcony, she had the
paranormal view of the Budapest. She felt like pinching herself. Here she was, in one of the most
beautiful cities anywhere. A classy hotel, a balcony with a breathtaking view, a cultural show and a formal
door dinner to fill the night. She was admiring the vista waiting for James to finish his shower.
James was tallying off behind Rachel in the shadows of their tasteful room.
He was enjoying the view too, while Rachel sawed ours in a little black number as she learned on the
balcony. Man was her dressnug, the fit highlighting her butt cheeks and seamless
form lines and form curves. It was a perfect accompaniment to her long brunette hair. She was good enough to eat.
Bugger dinner, thought James. Stopping drying himself, he felt like pinching her arse and getting that
flimsy dress hitched up fast. He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and sawed it out into the
balcony with intent. Rachel felt groping hands on her arse cheeks before she was fully aware
he was behind her. She gave a slight sutter of unexpected delight. She felt his shower wetness.
James was intent on creating lover's witness. He knew that Rachel's butt skin won taste and snapped with his fingers
and she became capable of anything and everything. She was putty in his hands when he massaged her rump.
The view across the river and the city was lost by Rachel in the inner happiness and consuming touch.
The vista of life wasn't right in front of her now. It was behind her, in James and in her as he pushed her
skimpy black panties to one side. His fingers were working her slit lips from back and sliding through her
stunning generous wetness. The trigger of desire set off so fast in her. Rachel's very recently shaved
opening was velvety, mellow, lubricated, speedily with a slippery, filmy smear of
wetness for cock. The brunette turned and kissed James and felt surely for his tongue tip.
As her tongue reached out for his, her hand in the same instance found James' meat package.
It self-reaching for more than the light rays of sunshine, its head uncurled, pulled out through
the gap from a wrapped total towel and now gripped in his favorite slender hands.
Rachel was quickly squatting, working his pecs and head into her willingly waiting mouth.
No towel now. Her hand was wrapped around his thick shafts, rotating her fingers at James' growing enjoyment.
He looked down to the street. It was tree-story below. There were cars, a bus, commercial van,
several scooters and people walking and seated at cafes. No one was looking up.
Then he was watching his car getting its special treatment and boy was Rachel busy below his waist.
After a really good suck-off, James had Rachel leaning over the balcony rail.
Her little black number was now up around her neck.
Her black underwear was crumpled on the dialed balcony floor and her Gucci was prominently open, positioned between her legs.
James wasn't taking. In a whole city, a famous river had thousand years of history in the background.
The foreign ground dominated him, his view transfixed by Rachel's well-known but always mesmerizing beard piercing of flesh
that encapsulated his and her's experience desires. Her pink flaps were hanging open, bewitching him, casting their own spell
over maleness casting their engrossing. To provide pinnacle of pleasure, her pussy lips were moist with passion
and were demanding a personal audience with James' cock. Nothing but his raw joint of stiff meat would fill her pressuring need.
Rachel's opening would only be associated with her favorite candy cane. The stick she loved to suck, the stick she loved fucking her
it was her private stick of total enjoyment. James Baringo's god, she loved the warm spasm of spilling spunk
straight into her mouth, yum yum yum, straight into her face pussy. James below the balcony rail was working her hand
a petite numb that rewarded female participation. James' head and free flowing long dark hair were now around in aesthetic pleasure
over the balcony edge in free fall. If anyone had looked up from their business below they would have known why her head was over the edge
it was freaking obvious as her clit did its business below tapping into pleasure, tapping the pleasure then taking pleasure into concentrating, craving, consummation
Did Rachel feel good? Still her coochie was designed for a cock. She was positioned side on by James. Her dark brown eyes were looking into his intense blue orbs
she was leaning on the balcony holding the edge with one hand while her other hand was wrapped around James' back. Lover boy grabbed one of Rachel's legs
and it was balcony by the straight high. His woman was split. Anyone on an adjoining balcony would have had right side seats to their antics of pleasure
James' male harpon stabbed deep into her and she moaned with delight. She was appreciating every joyous choice thrust as two bodies worked together as one
Rachel was leaning over the balcony marbled edge again. She saw the scurrying seemingly randomly mishmash of moments that make up lives with James' purpose was clear and defined with hers
Rachel's apple bud was insisting on being spread from behind. Her slit was ready to be pierced while she bent over the ledge
This balcony was conveniently the right height for her mutual enjoyment. Here above the world and apparently separate from it two people were intent on pleasure purpose
James' willing wand was directed in Rachel's loft flesh slot. He implied to Rachel's pussy with a sweep of gratification
He was securing his own cock in the cavity of happiness in the vault of deepest male longing
Rachel responded with oh yes, oh, oh, oh my god, oh fuck
Stiffening brunette was working her pussy directly and her body in tandem back and forth for James' hardened cock. Her mouth was open, not stiffly pleasurable moans or strips of basic base verbal engagement escaping
Her cop between quick and breathening her moans and words escaping into the late afternoon air as delicious decadent noises. Luckily they were lost in the hum of traffic sounds as their bodies
Two were escaping from self and bending into another. Oh yes, oh fuck yes