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“God, I can’t believe I took you like this. I’m so ashamed.”
“Why? It was hot.”
“Hot? I didn’t even get you ready.”
“Luke, I’ve been horny all day. There was no needing to get ready. I was waiting for you to catch up.”
I smile. “You’re so damn amazing.”
She lifts her rear and reaches down to position my cock at her entrance again.
I push her off. “I need to taste you first…”
She lifts herself from my lap, sits back on the seat across from mine, and spreads her legs.
I groan at the sight of her shaven cunt, slick and wet and eager for me.
Kneeling, I anchor her legs apart as I bury my face in her warm, wet center.
Delicious.
Licking and sucking, I worship Lexi with the fervor of a madman, determined to make her lose her damn mind.
I slip a finger inside her channel. One, then two. She clenches down hard, gyrating against me to show me what she likes.
And I fucking give it to her.
Her body ignites, blossoming beautifully before me as she quakes her release. She’s so easy to please. I go in for more, but her hands push me back, bidding me to sit on the boat’s bottom.
She straddles me, her legs bent like a frog as she lowers herself onto my cock. My eyes practically roll to the back of my head as she continues to press down, her tight walls clinging to me.
Again, I’m reminded that popping off before we’ve properly started is not the way to impress a lady.
“Fuck, Lexi! Why do you keep turning me into a fucking teenager?”
She giggles, her body moving like a piston, lifting and pressing and taking every bit of pain away.
When I move my fingers to her clit, I find she’s already beat me to it, rubbing furiously in time with each descent down my cock.
I snake a hand inside her shirt, cupping her perky tit and working her nipple as she grinds down on me.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect.”It’s the truth, and I want her to know it.
Her legs tremble and I know she’s close, so I take over, pulling her up and down my length as I feel her cunt clench impossibly tight.
Her mouth is on me, kissing me, licking up the residue of my feast, which makes holding back damn near impossible.
Fuck me, this girl is unreal.
Her orgasm triggers my own and I drain myself as I rut hard against her until I’m utterly spent.
I like the content sounds she makes just as much as the lusty ones. They feel so comfortable, and I’d like to imagine she only makes them around me.
Finally, she says, “I don’t suppose you have a towel.”
“No, I don’t suppose I do. But since this was your idea, I should hardly be held accountable.”
We pull our clothes back on, but instead of rowing back to shore, I sit on the bottom of the boat with Lexi on my lap.
