Reaching Climax Through Self-pleasure, The Final Stage

The branch was short, broken off only a couple of metres from the trunk, but very broad, almost like a bench. I caught a glimpse of her pale stomach and dimpled navel. I did not see his penis entering her vagina, though I knew when it happened by how she threw her head back, her mouth open in a sigh, and how his buttocks stopped rubbing from side to side and began to move smoothly back and forth. “It feels great.”
Not wanting to look like I was a prude, I did the same. I stared at her. “We’re going bird-watching. Her telescope was back at her eye, held in her left hand, while the fingers of her right danced and flicked across her vulva. It was so unexpected and so beautiful that I just stopped, staring. Pushing Harry down to the ground beside the boat, she straddled him, facing us, her heavy breasts swinging as she undid his belt and pulled his trousers down to his