She let out a gasp that almost turned to a scream but I put my left hand over her mouth to stop her.I brought my mouth her ear. "I think you're really...hot, and I want to fuck you" I whispered, bluntly, "I'll pay you".She made no sound or attempt to struggle, allowing me to lecherously lick at her ear, nibbling on the lobes and then moving down to kiss her neck. This, combined with the gentle squeezing of her budding nipples was all it took, as she immediately tilted her head back to reward me. After about forty minutes on the rail a soft knock on the door and in walked a short, plump be speckled man wearing a red stocking cap and a blue striped shirt that was at least two sizes too small to cover his rotund belly. “Hoy-hoy Miss,” he called in a singsong voice, your food is here.” Seeing Tink nearly impaled on the rail he paused, blanched and said, “Arrgh, Miss that’s gonna leave you one sore split-tail that’s fer sure.” I’m Smee, and your food is here. Smee handed Tink a small pail. The regular, every day, work about MILF going about her daily business. I don’t want the pro, I don’t want the freak. I want innocence. I want naivete. I want the woman with the huge rack that tries to downplay it, embarrassed at the size, uncomfortable with the looks, the leers, the feeling that her udders make her look easy, that they are sexual objects. That’s the experience I’m looking for. Working over a set of tits on someone who didn’t even know that was a thing. Someone that thought. Ahhhhh arghhhhh arghhhh''''fuck this is good, take it boy, take my cum , yesss like this arggghhh''crashing on the sand spent , my lil ass driping cumbefore i watch the 2nd guy move his cock out . pulling me doggy in the sand face between his friend legs to suck my ass feeling the now familiar pressure of a 8inch dark cock pushing in, making its way, making me know i feel full of cum ass in the air, on the sand fuck like a little slut , starting to moan of pleasure my ass full off cum not.