The family vacations were starting to weigh on me and I needed the wide, the deep sea… so I went to the source of the pleasure. She was at the naturist beach in Morbihan. I had heard of it but never been. My drive was too strong and I decided to go there.For those who know, you have to take one of the many sand paths in the middle of the dunes, but here the dunes are caged without the possibility of taking a tour! As soon as the beach was reached, around noon in the heat, I quickly undressed to feel my cock ready to take full advantage of this moment of freedom. I opted for the right side of the beach in order to spread my towel, a good observation spot to admire the packages, fix their gazes and above all imagine handling them. I was there in my thoughts when a guy positioned himself in front of me and touched the package. Finally some action and I responded to his gesture. He was a guy my age, well physically with a decent gear. I followed him and we headed for the water and then he went up to the left side of the beach, towards the rocks. This would then be where it happens!And without a glance, he sat back down on his towel in autistic mode. A referral error will say the station master but the track was not dead end because it led to the rocks where the hot guys were present ...Strolling the attributes in the air provides unparalleled pleasure and increases the desire tenfold. I was not to be the only one as I was quickly accosted by a handsome, outgoing guy who led me to his briefcase. A little corner of paradise for a shared pleasure: real life… We stretched out on top of each other and started kissing, first delicately then passionately, passionately. Then he lay on his back and I sat next ...

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