The evening sun, set almost frame perfectly between the arch and the water, painted the sky in blues and purples, yellows and oranges. Sex Your fingers pull at the back of my head, forcing my face more deeply into you which I can’t get enough of. Already I can feel you grinding your moistening wetness against me. The sky is clear, the weather is warm, and you look happy. I had heard stories and seen pictures of just how breathtaking French Polynesia can be, but in person it was truly something else. Where are we going again?”
I just raise an eyebrow. After roughly forty-five minutes on the boat I spot our destination. I kiss your inner thighs in such a delicate way that it could almost be said that I didn’t do it at all. It is a calm and serene purity of love and affection. This time I broke our silence. With every withdrawal and every thrust I pick up slightly more speed and force. Once I am completely plunged into your deepest depths, you break our kiss to let out a moan that may have reached the heavens. As we get down to the water, our guide is waiting for us by the docks. I wiggle a finger at you disapprovingly.
