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Adventures of diving off Malaysia’s coast- part 3 of 3
Adventures of diving off Malaysia’s coast- part 3 of 3
I collapse down on him, and he holds me tight and whispers sweet words in my ear as my shudders and the boat’s rocking subside. But he’s still rock hard inside me — more so, from feeling me cum around him — and his dammed up urge to thrust can’t be contained now. I turn over onto my knees, leaning over a seat to brace myself as he feeds his cock back inside me.
Now I’ve cum once, my pussy feels more sensitive than ever, and I swear every pitch and roll of the boat is magnified a thousand times by the sublime drag and slide of his cock hammering into me. But the glorious thing is, my fear of the water has vanished entirely, chased out of me by the day’s tumult of emotions. Now the rocking motion just enhances the blissful sensations, and I know Tore is tuned in to it too as he matches the snap of his hips to the ebb and flow of the tide. I’m clinging to the seat with one hand as the other pushes between my thighs to rub my clit, my drenched cunt clutching at him each time he thrusts deep, anchoring my soaring spirit as I feel another climax spiraling up within me.
“I want to see you,” he groans, pulling out and flipping me and spearing me again all in one movement, without missing a beat. I’m leaning my shoulders back against the bench seat now, gripping on for dear life as he supports me with his hand grabbing my ass and my legs wrapped around him, and his cock pinioning me like a white-hot blade.
His aquamarine eyes hold mine, turbulent with lust now, his strokes growing rapid and choppy until with a yell of release he starts to cum. The hot spurts trigger my own orgasm, and we slide to the bottom of the boat together, a tangle of quaking limbs and gasping breaths. Gently, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me, then pulls back a little and looks into my eyes, searchingly.
The euphoria bubbles up again, and I laugh and laugh, full of the joy of the sea and the sun and the intensity of our shared orgasm, the transcendent experience of exploring a new underwater world, until a sense of calm finally washes over me.
“You feel it,” he says with a satisfied smile, gesturing around at the infinite horizon.
“Yes, I feel it,” I reply.
By nutbuster
I collapse down on him, and he holds me tight and whispers sweet words in my ear as my shudders and the boat’s rocking subside. But he’s still rock hard inside me — more so, from feeling me cum around him — and his dammed up urge to thrust can’t be contained now. I turn over onto my knees, leaning over a seat to brace myself as he feeds his cock back inside me.
Now I’ve cum once, my pussy feels more sensitive than ever, and I swear every pitch and roll of the boat is magnified a thousand times by the sublime drag and slide of his cock hammering into me. But the glorious thing is, my fear of the water has vanished entirely, chased out of me by the day’s tumult of emotions. Now the rocking motion just enhances the blissful sensations, and I know Tore is tuned in to it too as he matches the snap of his hips to the ebb and flow of the tide. I’m clinging to the seat with one hand as the other pushes between my thighs to rub my clit, my drenched cunt clutching at him each time he thrusts deep, anchoring my soaring spirit as I feel another climax spiraling up within me.
“I want to see you,” he groans, pulling out and flipping me and spearing me again all in one movement, without missing a beat. I’m leaning my shoulders back against the bench seat now, gripping on for dear life as he supports me with his hand grabbing my ass and my legs wrapped around him, and his cock pinioning me like a white-hot blade.
His aquamarine eyes hold mine, turbulent with lust now, his strokes growing rapid and choppy until with a yell of release he starts to cum. The hot spurts trigger my own orgasm, and we slide to the bottom of the boat together, a tangle of quaking limbs and gasping breaths. Gently, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me, then pulls back a little and looks into my eyes, searchingly.
The euphoria bubbles up again, and I laugh and laugh, full of the joy of the sea and the sun and the intensity of our shared orgasm, the transcendent experience of exploring a new underwater world, until a sense of calm finally washes over me.
“You feel it,” he says with a satisfied smile, gesturing around at the infinite horizon.
“Yes, I feel it,” I reply.
By nutbuster
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