warm up sun beats down on your backs as you walk hand in hand down rough concrete whole tone through the marvelous true pine tree diagram towards the minuscule wooden edifice. Taking off your place you open the door to a favorable room with a log burner in one turning point and two tiered wooden work bench along the back wall. The sauna smells of hot wood and birch tree sap, fresh and citrussy.

As you open the wood burner to commence a fervidness you feel his hand on your shoulder joint. He 's sitting on one of the work bench beckoning you over. You quickly light the ardour and pile logs on as it starts to roar. The room begins to warm as he takes your face in his script and buss you, gently at first and then, as you lean into his speck, firmly and with a gustatory perception of the love you can see in his eyes. Looking down you can see his heavily cock straining against the fabric of his swimming shorts and a frisson of agitation runs through you. Are you really about to do this ? The rampart are duncish, you would n't hear someone coming until they opened the threshold to the sauna.

While this interrogation runs through your head he reaches into your dress, brushing your nipple with a knowing smile and transfuse a white meat. Softly squeezing it in his medal he rolls your now erect teat in his finger. You let out a groan. He always knows exactly what you like.

Still caressing your breast, he leans in and begins a series of gentle, nibbling candy kiss leading along your clavicle and up your cervix, ending with a lenient nip to your ear lobe. This sends shiver through your consistence and you pull his face to yours, kissing him deeply, exploring his mouth with a probing tongue and biting his bottom lip. You know this will make him groan with arousal.

Breaking away from the osculation he pulls down your dress and, lifting one breast out of your Bikini top, takes a tit in his mouth. You feel the sense of pleasure jerk through your soundbox, reaching your clitoris and causing your vagina to moisten. As he continues to suck and nybble on your boob you reach down and root for out his unvoiced cock, slowly stroking it. He lets go of your mamilla to moan,

'Oh fuck, that feels amazing ,'and kisses you hard, reaching down to slip a hand under your dress and bikini bottoms.

'Wait ,'you say ,'I want to please you even more ,'and kneeling on the downhearted bench you take the head of his member into your lip. Holding the light beam in both work force you slowly suck on the tip, running your knife along his frenulum and around the base of the head. You move your hired man up and down the shaft, twisting slightly as you go, and he moans in extasy. Then you take Sir Thomas More of his peter in, sucking and swirling your tongue you move your head teacher down until your nose is pressed against his body and the tip of his penis is touching the back of your throat. Keeping the suction steady you move your head back up as he grabs your hair and says,

'Yes, oh my god, keep going .'

You smile up at him and speed up, his putz sliding in and out of your mouth while he moans and shudders. Moving one handwriting from his shaft you gently cup his chunk, and softly move them in your hands, feeling the velvety skin. Suddenly he cries out,

'Stop ! I 'm going to cum .'

With one concluding salt lick up his prick you crawl back up to sit next to him.

'That was incredible, you 're so flaming hot .'

He reaches down and draw in your Bikini rear end down to your knees. He moans as he feels your soaking vagina and expertly zeroes in on your throbbing button. As he rubs it gently with a ace finger you feel as if a thunderbolt of electrical energy has hit you. Looking into his optic, you can see he 's just as turned on by this as you are. By the danger of being caught, and by your arousal. Seeing his need only makes the unscathed berth hotter.

Heat. You look at the thermometer. It is climbing towards 50°c in the sauna. While you think this, he pushes a finger into you, and you lose all sense of time and space as he presses on your G-spot making your center roll as you cum. Still rubbing your clit, he smiles as your legs throw off and your vagina pulsates, waves of pleasance rushing through your body.

'Did you just cum ?'he askes

'Hell yes I did ,'you reply breathlessly.

'Now I want you to cum again ,'he says, lowering himself to the first bench he spreads your legs and tasting you. Licking your clitoris with his soft, warm lingua he makes you moan with pleasance. After a few more gentle salt lick he takes your button into his mouth and suction. Wave after wave of scrumptious warmth charge through your body.

'I 'm cumming again, I 'm cumming now ,'you whisper as the sexual climax makes you writhe and squirm.

'Yeah cum for me ,'his beard is wet with your juices he smiles up at you.

'I want you inside me, now ,'

'Should we ? Is n't it too risky ?'What if someone comes in ?'he askes

'We 've got our swimming costumes on so if we hear someone coming, we can just slip them back in place and nobody would be any the wiser ,'you reply manoeuvring your bikini back up your legs.

You lie back on the wooden Bench and he pulls his shorts down, letting his hammer spring out, then pulls your bikini to one side. Lining his dick up with your dripping hole he pushes forward, entering you with ease. You feel every inch as it fills you, touching every division of your most medium place.

'You feel so big ,'you moan as he begins to thrust in and out, each stroke stimulating your G-spot and delivery you closer to orgasm. He leans down and kisses you as he pushes deeper into you, making you both moan with pleasure.

Reaching his handwriting down he rubs your clitoris in a orbitual question, and suddenly you feel it rising within you.

'I 'm going to cum again'

'Oh fuck, me too ,'he replies.

'Cum with me, cum with me now .'You say in his ear. You feel his turncock jerk inside you and the estrus of his cum fill you just as your own orgasm smash you. He collapses on top of you and you hold each other close while you recover from the mind-blowing orgasms you both shared.

Slowly he pulls out of you and tuck his softening penis back into his trunks. He sits side by side to you on the workbench and kisses you softly.

'I love you ,'he says.

'I love you too .'

The thermometer reads 80°c, but to the two of you it feels much hotter .