AN - Vacation

FUTA had a nice rhythm of practice to game to weekend. And if you were lucky, on that weekend you could spend your time with Ana.

The cruise? The cruise has a rhythm of wake up whenever, lie around, eat, lie around, maybe drink… and eventually end up back in the room, usually a bit tipsy and always more than a little horny.

“Uh! Uh!” you cry out, thrusting harder on top of Ana in your bed in the little cabin. She wraps her legs around your waist. Her nails rake your back and dig into your buttock as you give it everything you have. Your naked bodies are covered in oil and sunscreen, slipping and sliding together in your frenzied lovemaking.

“Ah!” she cries. You cover her mouth with yours, sucking on her tongue. You keep kissing her through your orgasm as you fill her up with cum.

A few minutes later, your wheezing, sweaty bodies are locked together in an embrace, you give her a big hickey on her neck.

“God,” you mutter. “You’re so hot. I love you so much.”

“Stop it,” she mutters, but accepts the wet, messy kiss, raking her fingers through your hair as she suckles your lips.

It’s always like this. You’ll go to sleep intertwined this way, a total mess… but up against her body, you’ll wake up with raging morning wood, she’ll feel it and… you’ll be doing this again in the morning.