Mea follows Brett's lead

Mea's hand grips Brett's erection over his pants, moaning and squealing as his fingers pleasure her.

"That's it, take it like a good girl," Brett purrs, licking the sweat from her collarbone as she shudders through aftershocks. His erection strains against her palm through his pants.

"Now let's see how you handle the real thing." He spins her abruptly to face him, his hands shoving her bikini bottoms down just enough to expose her glistening folds to the humid air. The clink of his belt buckle is deafening.

Her knees hit the teakwood deck with a thud as Brett fists her hair, guiding her mouth toward his thick cock already flushed and leaking. The salty musk of him floods her senses before she opens wide, her tongue flattening against the underside as she takes the first inches. A ragged groan escapes Brett when her nails dig into his thighs, her cheeks hollowing around him.

"Jesus fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth, hips jerking forward as Mea's lips stretch to accommodate his girth. His thumb swipes across her spit-slick lower lip. "Look up at me while you **** on it, darling." The command sends heat lancing through her belly, especially when she spots movement in her periphery; a handful of resort guests slowing their stroll to watch.

The morning sun glows hotter as Mea's knees dig into the deck, Brett's grip tightening in her hair when she hollows her cheeks. Salt and musk flood her tongue as precum beads at the tip, she moans around him, the vibration drawing a ragged curse from Brett's lips. Behind them, a woman's breathy "Oh my god" cuts through the sound of waves, but Mea barely hears it over the wet slap of Brett's balls against her chin with each thrust.

His thigh muscles quiver under her fingers as he fucks her throat in short, brutal strokes. "Fuck, that pretty mouth was made for this," he grunts, tilting her head back to watch his cock disappear between her lips. One hand slides down to pinch her stiff nipple through the damp bikini top.