Getting it on, on board

Aletta’s dark hair whips across her face as the boat cuts through the water. Sun-warmed skin, big breasts barely contained, and a need that pulses between her legs—all of it mixing in the open air. The guy beside her catches her eye, already hard. Her hand finds him first, fingers wrapping, squeezing. They don’t make it far before the hunger wins. She drops to her knees, taking him deep in one smooth motion, the wind catching every moan. He grips her hair, hips rocking, and she takes it all like she’s been waiting for this moment since they left shore. When he finishes, he paints her face—thick, white streaks across flushed skin. She licks her lips, breathing hard, the boat still rocking beneath them.