The steersman worked bare-chested in the warm night. For hours, he had been catching the scents of flowers and spices in his hawk-like nose. Port Ruby...was his home, so there would be no cheap sailor's carousing for him. He was going straight into the arms of the women who loved him and waited for him. Perhaps the time had come to give up voyaging and work as a harbor pilot.At the leeward rail, Thor pulled down his sailcloth breeches and let his prick loose. It dangled long and white in the. Soon he was on top of her, between her thighs, a hand rubbing at her wet pussy while the other slipped around her waist to pull her closer to him. Their mouths met for the first time, a kiss completely filled with lust and passion. As soon as his fingers were back inside of her, Quinn stopped her slight resistance, moaning into his mouth. She nibbled at his bottom lip, she sucked at it. She could feel his hard shaft on her thigh, only separated by the thin swim trunks he was wearing. Quinn. "Oh God" she cried as her ass hit my thighs, "that feels so fucking good" She just sat there for a few moments my cock buried deep in her. Slowly she began to slide herself back and forth, never lifting from me, my full cock trapped in her tunnel being squeezed by her cunny muscles. The feeling was immense and I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load, Claire must have sensed this and released a little tension from her grasping cunny muscles, "Not yet Johnny boy , not yet" I grabbed her. I was eager to feel what his tongue could do and I spread my legs, burying my hands in his blonde hair. “Stephen..” I moaned, using his first name, as his finger fucked my wet pussy. He inserted a second finger and I arched my back, only to feel his tongue flick against my sensitive, swollen clit. I screamed again. “Oh God, fuckkkk,” I moaned, leaning back against the wall.His tongue flicked against my clit faster and faster and his fingers made a slopping sound as they entered and re-entered.