The slanting beams of the sun which were making the way through palm leaves, wandered on her perfect body. I lay down nearby, admiring delights of the beauty. But to have a rest to me again it was not possible. Did not pass also minutes as golden damp ringlets touched my stomach, her hot greedy mouth, covered my flesh. Language of the American manufactured miracles and in few minutes I felt inflow of new forces. There is enough причмокнув, obviously being proud of the work, Sandra climbed up me, the perfected movement strung on sticking out the member.