Personal gratitude

The swim accross isn't long by the eyes, but in clothing and for someone who is not athletic in nature, it felt at least twice that. Putting your feet on ground was supposed to be a relaxing experience, but that wasnt the case with the heavy weight of your soaked clothing. Every step was labored, contrast to Clodaghs unphased state. Her minuscule attire had been removed and hoisted on the wall of a beached fishing boat, as she waited patiently in perfect shape.

"Those swims really take it out of you, don't they?" She didn't even wait for an answer "one of the reasons I don't dress like all y'all civilized folk." She took a few steps towards you, brushing her hips with her hands.

"I know we've still got some work to do, and we should head to it, but I just need to say something."

"Sure, go ahead."

"Well, the short of it is, thanks for being my backup."

"Sure, its no problem."

"No, you don't understand." She put her hands on your chest, wet shirt clinging to your skin "I could have died in there. I need someone to be a check on me, or else things get out of control. I used to have someone like that, and since I lost them, I've been out of control.

"Well, you being out of control got you the answer you were looking for "

"You know, you talk too much. Why don't you let me just say thank you and be quiet?"

As she said this, she quickly dropped to her knees and started to undo your pants

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm saying thank you, whats it look like?" Rather than push forward, she tries to tantalize, holding her large, glistening tits in her hands "Don't tell me you don't want them. I'll make your cock feel so fucking goood..." she lifted and lowered a few tikes to make the point.