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Lick It

She steps onto hot, white sand, lifting her feet out of the sea. Supple body shedding the glitter of water drops under tropical sun. Her stride is slow, patient…lazy flex of thigh muscle. The sun has rendered her cinnamon. Soaking wet, her naked breasts seem even rounder and heavier than usual, swaying with her strides. He watches. Has been since she pushed herself up to float across the sand into the sea. He’s lying naked on the fine, white grains, its heat rising through his skin. The sun and open air have been enough to bring a swarm of sensation to his shaven cock and balls. His shaft already tingles with sensation growing, but as he angles his head, his eager flesh quickly hardens, aching for the hot touch of her breath and lips. The tiny, lemon yellow thong adorning her pussy and hips makes him smile. Almost laugh. He brought her all the way out here because he knew they would be alone, where they could lie naked together under the sensuous touch of the sun. But she was a natural tease, knowing the tiny garment that barely covers the full shape of her impudent mound would make him ache and yearn for the moment he would finally pull it out of the way and savor her smooth treasure. Wet, the thong is nearly transparent. He gazes with a racing pulse, transfixed on the puffy mound between her smooth, wet thighs, flexing as she comes closer. Soaking wet, her nipples remind him of chocolate melting in the sun. Watching them quiver, he can already taste them. Feel them slip ...

... into his mouth to suck them to hardness. She smiles coyly as he lets his hand drift slowly over his naked, swelling cock. He briefly grips the aching shaft, holding it upright for a few, sensuous strokes. Just enough to bring a thick bead of precum bubbling out of the tip. He squeezes his solid shaft and the little ball of ooze fattens until it begins to drip over his thickly ridged dome and down his shaft. Now he props himself up on one elbow, openly stroking himself as he watches her approach. He opens his legs, the humid heat of his smooth ballsac tacking to his ass. He’s wearing shades and forces himself not to return her smile. Let her burn, he thinks. Let her suffer for it the way she makes me suffer. But the closer she comes, the flames lapping at his skin begin to spit and crackle. The sun, sea and air are all fine things to love…to lick at his senses like the breath of unseen devil-angels. But she… …she is a fucking river of time and yearning. Her scent is enough to turn a life…his life…into a single, unified experience. He lets go of his cock as she draws close enough for her shadow to cut across his naked body. She looks down at his long, thick cock with a grin as she steps over him, standing above with her feet planted in the sand on either side of his hips. “Miss me?” Her dark, expressive eyes are full of silent laughter as she grins and lets her gaze drift back and forth from his cock to his face. “I always miss you when you’re not close,” he says. He watches her ...