Dottie let her toes drag in the soft white sand beneath the hammock, watching as Heath pulled his body out of the ocean.

The water dripped from his stomach, and she swooned a bit as he pushed his fingers

through his shoulder-length hair. Hey, baby, he said, grinning at her before leaning over the

hammock for a kiss, but Doddy wasn't going to let him get away that quick.

Hey, what's the rush?

laughed Heath, as Dottie's hands clawed their way up his wet back.

A perk of being rich in having a small private island is that there's no one else around.

We can lounge. The rush was that Dotty couldn't stand it another second. Her body was aching for Heath. She had never felt so

needy before. But there was something about being out here on the beach with him, overlooking the ocean

that just made her slightly desperate.

Dottie slid her hand across the front of Heath's trunks, tracing the outline of his cock.

Heath rumbled in response and dipped his head down to kiss her. Their lips connected,

gently at first, but it was Dottie who slid her tongue into her boyfriend's mouth. He sucked on the

tip for a moment, before opening his lips even wider, allowing his tongue to slide against hers.

Heath sat up and awkwardly positioned himself so that he could take off his swim trunks.

"'Not very graceful, am I?

He laughed, tossing the trunks onto the sand.

I don't care.

Doddy's brown eyes were heavy with desire,

as she looked at her now naked man. His cock was hard, the tip of it glistening

with pre-com. Dottie started to stroke him with her hands, running her thumb across the head

of his cock, while he threw back his head and let out a long groan.

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