Are the guests finally in bed?

Drew's low voice seemed incredibly loud now, in the dead of night, with no other sound

around them except for the gentle lapping of waves.

Yes, said Emma, reaching out to drape her arms over her favorite deckhand's shoulders.

They probably would have stayed up longer, but that bald guy fell down the stairs.

I think they all realized they'd had a few too many.

Drew leaned in and kissed Emma, both of them shivering from the cool night air,

but also the thrill knowing what they were doing was wrong. Let's go up to the Sun-Tac,

muttered Emma, pulling Drew up the flight of stairs. He was about to object, but how could he resist? Especially with Emma looking as good

as she did, her dark curls blowing in the breeze. When they reached one of the lounge chairs,

Emma pushed Drew onto his back and quickly started to under his belt. The moon hung high above

them, casting a white glow onto their bodies.

Fuck, Emma. Drew groaned, watching as Emma shimmied down the lounge chair and began to suck his cock.

She moved fast and eagerly, sliding her tongue up and down, Drew's shaft, which quickly

made him hard.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and started to stroke him while her

tongue snaked around the head.

Emma brought her mouth down, Drew's length, working in a synchronized rhythm with her hand.

Drew laid back on the chair and relaxed,

letting the pleasure pulls through him.

He and Emma had hooked up several times,

but never out in the open like this.

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