Vinho

Over dinner, Zilo's michievious smile said it all. He was so up for it, making my ass impatient and excited. So after too much wine he did what his nimble hands were good at doing. He began to undress me. 

He tagged at the cord of my skirt, it unfurlled and revealed my tanned legs beneath. Zilo licked his lips slowly, tantalisingly. Eager to devour the dessert that lay before him.

One arm slipped behind the arch of my back, cocking me forward, slightly upward. I felt him against me, already hard and leaking.

I stripped further, even forgetting myself and peeling off the swimwear I specially put on for the occasion. 

But Zilo didn’t seem to mind as my naked self pushed him onto the sand and I straddled his face, lowering my soaked kitty onto his mouth. Getting myself ready for what was to come. 

Zilo was ready and ate me out eagerly, tongue flicking my folds.

We shifted, my body buzzing as I moved down and mounted Zilo. With him fully in me, we conducted fire. My loins burnt within.

‘You want this mummy?’ he asked, voice husky. 

I nodded, arching my back. Making my answer undeniably clear.