Sail away with us

We push off the dock at dawn. The small boat rocks beneath us while Sophie Moone stretches out on the bow, blonde hair catching every bit of light. Her tiny skirt rides high and the curve of her ass fills it completely, each cheek firm and round. She looks back at me with that easy smile and spreads her knees just enough to show bare skin underneath. No one else is on the water. The motor hums low, then dies when we cut it near the island. Sophie turns, slides off the cushion, and kneels right there on the deck. Her fingers tug at the waistband of my shorts until they drop. She takes me in her mouth slow, warm, wet, her tongue pressing hard along the underside. One hand grips the back of my thigh, the other slips between her own legs. I pull her up, spin her so she faces the railing. Her skirt flips over her hips. I push inside her from behind in one smooth thrust and her ass slaps against me, soft but heavy, every impact sending a ripple across those full cheeks. She moans, grips the rail tighter, pushes back to take more. Waves slap the hull, salt air clings to our skin, and the only sound is her breathing getting shorter while I drive in again and again.