She walks out of the black water slow this time, naked, moonlight licking every curve. Her t**s are heavy, n*****s peaked from the cold, thighs already slick. She doesn’t speak. She just stops two feet away, spreads her legs, and looks at me like a dare.
I drop to my knees in the shallows without a word.
The river laps at my shins as I grab her hips, yank her forward, and bury my face between her thighs.
Her taste hits me like a storm: salt, s*x, the sea itself. I growl against her p***y, tongue flattening, licking one long, filthy stripe from her entrance to her c**t. She gasps, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling hard. I don’t ease in. I devour her.
I suck her c**t into my mouth, hard, flicking it with the tip of my tongue until her knees buckle. Two thick fingers shove into her cun
