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Adventures of diving off Malaysia’s coast- part 2 of 3
Adventures of diving off Malaysia’s coast- part 2 of 3
We took off our wetsuits and lay in the boat in the sun, chatting, high on life. I couldn’t stop laughing. And Tore knew that’s what would happen, of course, he’d planned the whole thing so he’d get me alone and euphoric… but I didn’t care because the presence of his hard, muscular body next to mine was just so good; and the touch of his lips on mine was delicious; and fucking on a boat floating on the ocean felt like the inevitable finale to such an adventure.
So, picture me getting kissed — really kissed — by this burly Norwegian hulk of manhood, tasting the salt from his lips and gazing into his pale blue eyes. Though named for the Norse god of thunder, he should really be Aegir, giant lord of the ocean and host of all the best parties.
He pulls me on top of him, holding me tight so I’m exquisitely aware of his erection pressing against me. Only my damp bikini bottoms and his swim shorts are between us. And then there’s nothing between us as we undress each other, and I can’t help giggling with happiness at the thought that I’m naked on a boat on the South China Sea with this sexy man.
I straddle him and slide down slowly on his arrow-straight cock, which is as bronzed as the rest of his body, rising from a cloud of sun-bleached blond hair. I am so slick with desire after the adrenaline rush of our dive that big as his dick is, it glides into me smoothly until it’s sheathed to the root in my hot, pulsing cunt. I give his girth an experimental squeeze with my sugar walls, and he groans, and grins; and so do I. Life is sweet.
I usually like to ride hard and fast in cowgirl, but every time I move, the boat moves too, so I stick to a deliciously slow, grinding pace at first, stirring his cock inside me, the heat and lust overwhelming. He licks his fingers and reaches up to pinch my nipples with one hand, while he jams the thumb of the other against my clit. The tension is exquisite, his rigid shaft rubbing my G-spot just right, while the throbbing of my clit sends my pressure gauge rising. Soon I can’t hold back and start rising up and slamming down on him faster, the boat rocking crazily. I feel so alive, moving to the ocean’s swell, surfing the crest until it breaks and my orgasm crashes through me like a tsunami.
By nutbuster
We took off our wetsuits and lay in the boat in the sun, chatting, high on life. I couldn’t stop laughing. And Tore knew that’s what would happen, of course, he’d planned the whole thing so he’d get me alone and euphoric… but I didn’t care because the presence of his hard, muscular body next to mine was just so good; and the touch of his lips on mine was delicious; and fucking on a boat floating on the ocean felt like the inevitable finale to such an adventure.
So, picture me getting kissed — really kissed — by this burly Norwegian hulk of manhood, tasting the salt from his lips and gazing into his pale blue eyes. Though named for the Norse god of thunder, he should really be Aegir, giant lord of the ocean and host of all the best parties.
He pulls me on top of him, holding me tight so I’m exquisitely aware of his erection pressing against me. Only my damp bikini bottoms and his swim shorts are between us. And then there’s nothing between us as we undress each other, and I can’t help giggling with happiness at the thought that I’m naked on a boat on the South China Sea with this sexy man.
I straddle him and slide down slowly on his arrow-straight cock, which is as bronzed as the rest of his body, rising from a cloud of sun-bleached blond hair. I am so slick with desire after the adrenaline rush of our dive that big as his dick is, it glides into me smoothly until it’s sheathed to the root in my hot, pulsing cunt. I give his girth an experimental squeeze with my sugar walls, and he groans, and grins; and so do I. Life is sweet.
I usually like to ride hard and fast in cowgirl, but every time I move, the boat moves too, so I stick to a deliciously slow, grinding pace at first, stirring his cock inside me, the heat and lust overwhelming. He licks his fingers and reaches up to pinch my nipples with one hand, while he jams the thumb of the other against my clit. The tension is exquisite, his rigid shaft rubbing my G-spot just right, while the throbbing of my clit sends my pressure gauge rising. Soon I can’t hold back and start rising up and slamming down on him faster, the boat rocking crazily. I feel so alive, moving to the ocean’s swell, surfing the crest until it breaks and my orgasm crashes through me like a tsunami.
By nutbuster
Published 3rd Mar 2019
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