Happy Birthday

the hammock harder and faster until his balls slapped the tight mesh covering her ass.  Over their moans and gasps, they could hear someone calling their names. "Shit!" Paul cursed as he let his dick pop out of her wet opening.  Leaving his shirt out to cover his enormous erection, he zipped up as she wiggled back into her dress.  They walked back to the party hand in hand with Paul groaning all the way.  They seated themselves back at the table and Becky's hand immediately traveled up his thigh to his still hard member, squeezing and tugging at his shaft, slightly		pinching his tip every so often. Paul's hand slipped effortlessly under Becky's dress and into her slick opening.  They sat there squirming, their hands full of each others juices, for what seemed like hours until the last of their guests had left.  Before the last car was out of the driveway, Becky was stripping off her dress as she threw herself down onto a blanket spread in the grass. On hands and knees she groaned loudly,  "I want your dick inside me."  "I want to feel you come!"  Laughing Paul replied, "who's birthday is it anyway?" the end
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