I caress it out so that I can look into your eyes, I move my lips to gently kiss you and you whisper “please, be gentle, I’m wore out my love”. Your eyes pop open, staring at me, your mouth is agape as you inhale suddenly and I feel your breasts against my chest and I feel the tightness of your love canal enrobe my manhood firmly. I try to pull away and you smile up at me and take my whole member deep into your mouth; your tongue moving over and around my swollen head, your hands stroking me. I almost lose consciousness. As the tide moved in and covered our bodies with warm salt water, I would taste your lips with my lips, my tongue with your tongue. Our boat lay safely at anchor and the only thing that was able to see us would be the fishes and the land and air animals of the tropics. I lay over on my back and pull you on top of me and I look into your
