Moaning into his mouth, Jacie quickened her rubbing on Steven’s jeans. “Woah, you’re gonna start a fire!” Steven drew back, releasing his han...s, “here, try this.” He unzipped his fly and pulled out his long hard cock. “Oh my god, Steven, what are you doing?” Jacie turned her head as if to look away, but her eyes were glued to his member. Steven took her hands again, drawing them back to his shaft, she tried to pull away, but her eyes deceived her, hunger shining through. He pulled her arms. Unconsciously, he starts running his fingers through his long curls,tilting his head as he works out the frizz. Behind him, Tamara lookson, noting just how effortlessly feminine the redhead appeared.~~~ *** ~~~ *** ~~~ *** ~~~ning hall sat in the stern of the ship, overlooking the indigo-coloredMediterranean twilight. There was a constant din of silverware andchatter from diners in various stages of their meals, as the staffclattered about replenishing the buffet table. Again I am surprised at how loud footsteps can be.We get to the bottom of the stairs and I pull him toward the living room where the kegs– and several more girls– are located. I hear a buzz of comments as I walk into the room. One of the girls huffs at me and says, “I see you already lost your costume. Isn’t it a little early even for a slut?”“I’m Eve,” I reply. “I arrived naked. This is my costume. Ask Sergeant Grumpy at the front door.”Several of the boys laugh at that. Evidently Sergeant. Delectable nipples perking at the knowledge that he watched and from heavily veiled eyes, she could see him. The outline of his masculine form, the strength in his arms and the desire in his eyes. A smile quirked at her lips as fingers pulled at the curtain of hair, letting it fall damply to her back, wet curls kissing at the curved beauty of her backside. Without looking at him, her hands moved over her neck, the bubbles from her soap slipping down her shoulders in foamy rivers. A moan escaped.