Fuck On The Water

Five girls pack the upper deck. The boat rocks. They can’t keep their hands still. One pulls her bikini bottoms aside. Another drops to her knees and buries her tongue between soft, already-slick lips. She licks fast, then slow, tasting salt and want. The others watch. Fingers start moving. One girl climbs onto the padded bench, thighs spread wide, and a second slips two fingers deep inside her, pumping while her thumb rubs tight circles over her clit. Breaths turn ragged. Moans fill the air. A third girl lies back, legs open, letting two mouths work her at once—one sucking her nipple, the other sucking her clit. She arches, comes hard, legs shaking. The girl who made her come lifts her wet mouth and kisses the third, letting her taste herself on someone else’s tongue. They keep going, bodies sliding, sweat mixing with sunscreen, wet heat between every pair of thighs. Someone’s hand finds another clit. Another finger curls. Another gasp. The boat keeps moving. So do they.