On the Waves of Pleasure

Ariel lounges on deck, salt air on her skin, when the man beside her stands and the front of his trunks strains. She watches him thicken, then reaches out and tugs the waistband down. His cock slaps free, heavy and already leaking. She takes him in her mouth without hesitation, lips sliding wet to the base while her tongue works underneath. Sun bounces off the water and onto her bare shoulders as she bobs. When he pulls away, he flips her onto her stomach over the padded bench. He parts her cheeks, spits once, and presses his slick head to her tight hole. She grips the rail, breath hissing, while he sinks in, stretching her inch by inch until his hips sit flush against her ass. He starts slow, long strokes that make her moan, then snaps his pace faster. Each thrust rocks her forward, tits brushing sun-warmed vinyl. He pulls out at the last moment, stands over her, and paints thick ropes across her open mouth and flushed cheeks, leaving her glistening under the midday light.