Moms muffs naked on beach***
I am here to tell you a story. This story is about a very intense and fascinating practice. After sending our first-ever contributions to naturist (thanks again to you all for our award), Vittoria and I determined to make one of our wildest and most daring fantasy come true. The gods were with us, and only a few days after we initiated our search, the most sensuous and attractive female we ever met, an incarnation of sensuality and beauty, got in touch with us. She collective with Vittoria her curiosity and was very excited at the thought of having such moment immortalized by my camera. She came home by a sunny afternoon. Both stripped upon my instruction, sitting on the leather couch packaged in a foot milky towel. Observing their naked figures standing next to each other, I realized that the contrast inbetween two very different conceptions of beauty, a sweet athletic and little nymph and a callipygian venus, was fascinating. I told them to leisurely unveil their figures while exchanging smooches and caresses. At very first, their smooches were soft, hesitating. The touch of their strokes very light. I then asked them to stir to the bedroom, lie on the sofa. While I was taking pictures of them smooching each other's faces while getting down on all fours in front of each other, I noticed their mitts were leisurely moving toward stir intimate parts of their bods. I asked them to commence smooching, biting and sucking each other puffies. Excited by the pleasure, both lost their inhibitions at once. Our guest grabbed Vittoria's face abruptly, holding her head tightly against hers, and both engaged in the most deep, wild and sultry french smooch I ever witnessed. I dropped my camera for a 2nd, watching their arousing and desperate embrace, but deeply troubled, by fear of loosing my bearing, I dived back behind the reassuring interface of my lens. I instructed our guest to lie on the sofa, and Vittoria to lie on her and taste her. She leisurely ran her tongue from the girl's adorable puffies, down inbetween her breasts, kittling her belly button. I noticed her hesitation, when she reached the outskirts of the nymph's intimity, circling her tongue on the nymphs internal thighes and on the borders of her lips, intimidated by the appetizing scented moisture. This is when my digital card got total. We had run out of time, and before I could free up space, our guest had to leave. I questionned Vittoria on how she was experiencing. She collective with me that she got intensely sexually aroused, that she was terribly moist. She admitted that she got intimidated, but was also frustrated that it ended up so quick. We determined to invite our guest briefly for another shot, which I will share with you shortly on voy-zone.