John and Cloe stepped off the private yacht onto the moonlit sands of their secluded island resort, the air thick with salt and promise. 'Well, Mr. Newlywed,' Cloe purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she adjusted her silk wrap, 'you dragged me across an ocean for this? Better deliver more than just sunsets.' John grinned, pulling her close. 'And you, Mrs. Sharp-Tongue, better not tease unless you're ready for the consequences. This cock's been hard since takeoff.'
They barely made it to the villa before Cloe shoved him against the door, her strong hands roaming. 'Horny already? Cute. But I'm in charge tonight—lie back and watch.' She stripped him with deliberate slowness, her wet lips trailing down as she dropped to her knees. 'Look at this throbbing cock,' she teased, gripping it firmly. 'All mine.' Her tongue swirled in a wicked blowjob, making John groan and pant, sweating under her expert touch.
Cloe rose, pushing him onto the bed and straddling him. 'Feel how dripping my pussy is for you?' she whispered, guiding his hard length inside her with a gasp. They moved in a frenzy—her ass grinding, bodies slick with sweat, panting as she rode him relentlessly. 'Deeper, you tease—make me come!' John thrust up, their witty barbs melting into moans until she clenched around him, both exploding in cum-soaked ecstasy, dripping and spent.
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