Luckily, because we passed a few neighbors. We reached Toulon, at the marina in the city center, where the quays, a promenade for tourists, are lined with bars and restaurants. In the middle of a summer day, we decided to go to Porquerolles. She called me a few minutes later:
“I’m ready, come on.”
It was summer, but she was wearing a corset top with a garter belt, revealing her breasts, and black stockings. After a few sucks on his miniature penis, she stiffened with uncontrollable pleasure. It was rocking so much that it didn’t give us time to get sick, our minds busy trying to keep our balance. My caresses then moved down to his pussy, which I held in the palm of my hand. It’s a really rough place, even if the sea is calm. Soaked, Sylvie’s dress clung to her skin. I wore my swim shorts and a T-shirt. The men were not indifferent to her appearance and her bare breasts. I went back to stroking his unclothed body to wash him.
