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I was not there for just a few minutes.
However, during this time, something has changed.
Some men got closer, but still at a safe distance.

And the guy who just came, moved to the next couch and was now very close.
I pulled out a towel, wiped my face, took a couple of sips of cola and again took off the top of my swimsuit.
My neighbor looked at me with admiration.
I wore glasses and lay down.
Opening the book, I tried to focus on reading.
What are you reading, you can ask? – asked the guy.
Using the finger as a bookmark, I closed the book, showed him the cover, and added for confidence: – “Faithful gardener” Le Carre.
And what is your name, if not a secret? Why is the secret my name is Diana.
And I’m Max, very nice, – the guy turned on

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his side and raised himself on his elbow.
And me – I smiled.
Encouraged by such a beginning, my new acquaintance had the courage to ask: Are you not afraid to burn? I also turned on my side, turning to him, only I put my hand under my head.
And if it burns, I will toss and turn.
And I was told that women’s breasts are very susceptible to sun exposure, especially nipples.
You are very informed.
By the way, well, that reminded.
I sat down, again took out a protective cream, squeezed out a small amount, divided it between my fingers and rubbed it into my nipples.
Now I already lingered there longer.
A few movements, and now they are sticking out like mad.
I turned my head, looked at the guy, made sure that the direction of his gaze was correct, kept her hands on her chest a little more, some more caressing movements, more.
I felt the excitement start to cover me.
I lay down again.
A bottle of cream remained unclosed.
Now, according to the logic of the genre, I have to offer you to rub the back of your cream, Max joked.

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You have a nice voice.
Is it regarded as “yes” or “no”? Instead of answering, I turned around on my stomach, settled down comfortably, and handed him a cream.
He sat up, his legs dangling on the sand, his knees touched me.
Scooping up the cream, he put the first smear on my back.
With pleasant light movements, he began to rub the cream, rubbing it all over his back.
In a minute it was no longer rubbing the cream, but a relaxing massage.
I closed my eyes.
His movements were bolder and bolder.
He stroked my back, crumpled, pinched easily, pressed.
Warmly start spreading through the body.
I furtively tried several times to rub my nipples on the rough surface of the lounger.
Excitement is growing.
I once again rubbed her nipples on the lounger.
This has not disappeared from the guy.
He scooped up more cream and his hands dropped to the back of his thighs.
Max was completely standing, leaning over me.
His hands fluttered down my back, thighs, untied the stirring poreo, and stroked my buttocks.
How long it lasted – even hard to say.
But then I noticed that his movements became much bolder.
When he stroked my legs, my fingers would necessarily pass along the inner surface, and the finger of the second hand, massaging my ass, would sometimes sink into the crack.
I have already passed the point from which I could still return.
I wanted to finish.
To make it easier for Max, I spread my legs.
Quite a bit, from the side, even unnoticed.
But his finger is now free to penetrate my ass, to the quivering from the excitement of the anus, covered only with a thin thread of a swimsuit.
And his other hand touched my pussy.
A few touches of gentle fingers – and I flowed.
He pushed aside the thread interfering with him, spent a couple of times on swollen lips, smeared grease and put his finger into the vagina.
He did not push him deeply, rhythmically entered and left me.
His thumb naturally lay on my asshole, he tried to push him inside, but in that position I did not let him go.
Leaving this venture, Max focused on caressing my pussy.
I made a few wriggling movements, rubbed on the sunbed chest and pubis.
It was close, oh, how close.
I didn’t control myself at all: groaned, shuddered, twitched.
At the peak of pleasure, I just got up on my knees, pulled the vagina on his finger.
He took advantage of the moment thrust him deeper.
And then I shouted.
He kept stroking me from behind, and I lay with my eyes closed.
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