...either back off, or finish what you started

"...either back off, or finish what you started."

In answer, John's hands wander: Her left up to cup one of your breasts, sliding under the shirt yoi wear as a dress quite easily and holding one of your milk taps in a way that makes your knees go weak; the other going south, finding that dripping opening and sliding a finger in... and catching you as your legs give out entirely, "So you're game, then?" She whispers in your ear as she carries you to a bench, "Seems I haven't lost my strength..." she wiggles her eyebrows.

You let out a moan in response.

The woman sets you down and unbuttons your shirt properly, pop, pop, pop, opening the buttons so your ginormous globes bounce free... then she tackles what she was after, kneeling down and kissing your lower lips, licking up and down your petals, then sucking on that little magic button... it is not long at all before you're screaming yourself horse as you shudder, your legs clamped around John's head.

"You're delicious..." she licks her lips as she gets up and watches the water, while you just kind of bliss out.

The days pass, you prepare and eat the emergency rations in the lifeboat, John steers the ship (mostly either raising or lowering the sail based on the wind), and eventually you both see shore...