I was on a boat all morning with three macho italian guys and one other woman.
I was in my silver bikini, sunglasses and straw cowboy style hat. I got hot, sticky, sweaty and salty. And all I can think of is Rob's cock. I'd get both my hands wrapped snugly around the shaft and let them slide slowly up and down, teasing the tip with my tongue and lips. He'd want more, and start thrusting, holding my head with his hands, forcing it further into my mouth. I wouldn't be able to breathe, saliva running down my chin and onto my chest. I'd pull back gasping for air, just to lunge myself back onto it forcing it even further into my throat.
I'm wet just thinking about it. I've "forgotten" to put my panties on after my shower. Freshly shaved pussy is always soft and smooth. I've dipped in a few times just to see how wet I really am, but I haven't gone past that. The fire is burning and he's the only one that can put it out. I've tried to quench that fire myself. It goes dull, but the embers remain, they ignite at the slightest thought.