Sylvie’s swimsuit was still damp before we left and was going to soak her light dress. With difficulty, I knelt before her to drink the water flowing from her sex. With difficulty, I knelt before her to drink the water flowing from her sex. Sylvie’s white dress had become transparent, highlighting every detail of her figure. It was rocking so much that it didn’t give us time to get sick, our minds busy trying to keep our balance. It’s a really rough place, even if the sea is calm. She let out a soft moan, arching her back to highlight her pubic mound. The men’s gazes were eager to know a little more about what lay beneath her long thighs. It was rocking so much that it didn’t give us time to get sick, our minds busy trying to keep our balance.
