The sky is golden in the west, the sun sinking toward the eager embrace of the ocean. The yacht drifts upon the open sea, the wind stirring just enough to billow the clean white sheet of the sail. The movement of the waves feels like dancing, the rhythm as familiar now as the beat of your heart.
There was conversation, long ago in the heat of the afternoon, but as the day succumbed to the promise of the night, words seemed insufficient, replaced with murmurs of pleasure and appreciation. The hours of sunlight have been hours of anticipation, and now, your every sense attuned to the sensuality of the ship on the open sea and your sexy companions, all you can think of is the want within you.
She is kneeling now between your parted thighs, impish grin and sparkling eyes and full, sun-kissed tits. She has taken her time anointing you with oil, her lips tracing the curve of your thighs, the hollow of your navel, the tight buds peaking your silken breasts.
He kneels beside you, naked and strong, and holds a glass of champagne to your lips. It tastes like sunlight Belek travesti and memory and promise – but the taste is fleeting, evaporating on your tongue as he moves the glass lower, anointing your nipples with a single drop which glows and fizzes.
Her breath is sweet on your cunt, her mouth so close that you can feel the soft warmth of her lips, but he is demanding your attention. You know what is coming, and the world is breathless in anticipation – and then, a trickle of effervescent gold spills upon your swollen clit and between the glistening petals of your sex. She suckles eagerly, the cold of the champagne and the sweet, spiced heat of your arousal mingling on her tongue. She’s eager now, all modesty and restraint cast aside, hungry for the taste of you, champagne bubbles sparkling into scent on your skin.
Your lips are parted, breath heavy, chest rising and falling as though your nipples are straining greedily for the last gleams of sunlight. With an urgent want, you reach for his cock, fingers tight around the thick root of him, Kemer travesti soft tip beaded with the promise of further pleasure. You take him onto your tongue just as she tightens her lips on your clit, and the moan passes from her mouth through the full length of your body and into his, bursting forth from his lips as an exultant cry, the realization of three shared desires in a single voice.
You come before you are ready – something profound tears loose within you, deeper than cunt or womb or heart, something primal and infinite and beautiful, something transformed into the generous burst of your essence upon her tongue. The fingers of your left hand curl in her long blonde hair; with the right, you squeeze the thick cock which pulses between your lips, wanting more, and more, and more.
She slips slowly up your body, her insatiable mouth hot on your trembling stomach and between the swell of your tits, kissing your neck before plucking the cock from between your lips and kissing you deeply, her curves pressed hard against you, your fingers Konyaaltı travesti moving instinctively to cup the pouting swell of her cunt. A single finger slips effortlessly inside her as she suckles the cock and passes it back to you, sharing the taste of her lips and his imminent release. She presses her hips down hard, claiming your palm with the hot bud of her clit, her thigh sliding hard against your sex, inviting you to lift your hips and take your pleasure.
He draws breath and moves backward, tugging the tip of his swollen cock from your lips and moving around behind his wife, kneeling again. You part the lips of her generous, slick cunt, her mouth afire on yours, and he takes her in a hard thrust, your fingers still wicked and sweet on her large, pulsing clit. She cries out into your mouth, the taste of her need so intoxicating that the champagne is forgotten; he fucks her deep and hard as you silently demand her release with touch and tongue and the press of your body – and she obliges instantly, coming in hot spurts over your belly and cunt, drenching you with desire.
“Fuck!” she cries, the first word uttered in more than an hour. “Fuck me!”
“Do it. Fuck her for me,” you urge, reaching beyond her clit to encompass his heavy balls, feeling the quickening desire. “Make her come again, and then you can have me.”