Just One Time

Stacy slips away from her hungover friends and joins Freddy for an island tour. The day turns electric fast. He pulls over. She climbs onto his lap without a word, riding him hard, skirt bunched at her waist. His hands grip her hips while her dark hair swings. When she slides off, she takes him in her mouth, licking every inch she just fucked. Then she swings her leg over his face and they lock into a 69, her pussy on his tongue, his cock down her throat. She grinds and sucks like she has nothing to lose. They switch again. She mounts him, knees planted, and bounces until her legs shake. It’s raw. It’s quick. It’s only supposed to happen once. She won’t tell. Neither will he.