Water sports

Last weekend I joined Anita Pearl on her boat. I needed a break, some quiet. Turned out quiet wasn't what either of us wanted. It began with a kiss that lingered too long. Then she pulled my shirt aside, sucked my nipple until it stiffened between her lips. Her hand slid lower. When she pushed two fingers inside me, I was already soaked. We moved to the sun-warmed deck, clothes cast aside. Her cunt tasted clean and sharp. I licked her slow at first, tracing every fold, then sucked her clit until she bucked against my face. Two of my fingers slipped inside her, her walls gripping tight. Anita repaid the favor with eagerness. She spread my legs and buried her tongue in me, humming as she tasted. A single finger joined, then another, working my pussy open while she focused on the swollen bead at the top. My moans carried across the water. We didn't stop until the sun dipped. Her cunt still twitched against my mouth. My fingers glistened. Later we lay tangled, wet and marked by each other's tongues, the taste of her still on my lips.