Pleasure Cruise

Chary and Leslie slip away from the dock, hungry for nothing but each other and the open water. There’s no itinerary, only skin-warm sun and skin-on-skin plans. They stretch out on the deck, oil gleaming across Chary’s blonde curves, then Leslie’s hands find their way between her thighs. One moment she’s purring under the sun, the next she’s on her knees, taking him deep, tongue swirling, blonde strands sticking to her damp lips. He returns the favor until she’s shaking, then he climbs on top and they fuck like the boat isn’t even moving. When he’s ready, he pulls out and paints her pretty face, thick streaks dripping down her chin while the sea keeps rocking beneath them.