Passionate Rocking on the Boat

- Oh my, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! - she yelled, and he responded: - Here you go, bitch, here you go... They climaxed together with panting, like sprinters proving themselves on short tracks.

- My bitch, oh my, little bitch, ufff, I can fuck all those young, horny little bitches, it doesn't matter, uhhh, those are your illiterates. Your bitch, the unique chewing gum of cock, ohhh... come on, spread your legs a little more. That's it! THAT!!! My cock is going to heaven.

They were on the boat. A strongly built man effortlessly lifted the heavy oars, and they quickly sailed towards the open sea. Where only seagulls or some other fuckers who wouldn't care could see them. In tight swimming trunks that hugged his buttocks and lower abdomen, his trapped balls and grown penis were suffering. The woman opposite him, in a white bra through which her swollen nipples were outlined, was sitting at the bow of the boat. She hiked up her long, silk skirt so she could spread her legs and show the rower her bare buttocks and little pussy. The rower loved her well-used hole, which proved frequent use by its width. She had a natural, unrefined vagina, with long, thin, crumpled lips that are officially called small and with tufts of curly hair. A jungle. Where only a wild, untamed pussy can live.

- What shall we do now? - she asked.
- Touch yourself!
- So I can smack you or myself?
- Myself... I'm ready.

The woman covered herself with a piece of her dress, leaned over the edge of the boat, and scooped up some sea water in her palm. She poured it over the silk across her crotch, and before the rower's eyes, the illusion of a vagina appeared. He watched as she freed her bra and began to caress her beautiful, round breasts with circular motions of her palms, occasionally pinching her nipples as if checking whether they were prominent enough.

At the same time, she was gathering and spreading her thighs until she was overtaken by deep breathing. Then she removed the skirt from her belly and moved her fingers towards her vagina. She shoved her middle finger into the hole, while with the palm of her other hand, she rubbed the area of her clitoris with quick movements, breathing harder and harder. Thus, she brought herself to a state just before orgasm and lay down on the bow, screaming:
- Come on!

The rower was waiting for that moment, naked, ready for the grand finale. He had already secured the oars and ran to her, dangerously rocking the boat, which he accompanied with a loud comment:
- Adultery, save the passengers!

Then he threw himself onto the spread woman and impatiently shoved his cock smoothly into her wet, slippery pussy, just as her vagina began to pulse in the rhythm of orgasm. They danced together for just about ten movements, but fiercely, wantonly at the peak of pleasure, louder than the seagulls screeching above them.

- Oh my, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! - she yelled, and he responded:
- Here you go, bitch, here you go...
They climaxed together with panting, like sprinters proving themselves on short tracks.
- Gold medal - said the rower, sprawled next to her. His cock was slowly shrinking and turning into a modest little penis.
- Short, but sweet - replied the woman, stretched out beside him.
- Splash, splaash - the sea hit the sides of the boat, which reminded her of the sound she hears while pleasuring herself with her finger. She told him this.
- Oh, really - the rower became interested. - Can I hear it?
- Come on - she replied and spread her legs, while he stared at his palm as if determining which finger he would use to fuck her.

Then the sea and the pussy rustled together...