The sun kept reflecting off the sea as if thousands of tiny mirrors were dancing on the water. The sound of the waves gently lapping against the wooden platform created a calm, almost hypnotic rhythm.
Lisa braced her arms on the deck's wood and lifted herself out of the water. Her skin glistened under the strong afternoon light. The light-colored bikini, with tiny red prints, was held in place by delicate ties on the sides of her hips, which swayed slightly with the sea breeze.
She climbed up slowly, her knees touching the sun-warmed wood.
For a moment, she brought her hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the brightness.
"Wow..." she murmured with an amused smile. "I think the sun is trying to blind me today."
When she lowered her hand, she saw him there.
Standing still near the edge of the platform.
Watching.
Lisa tilted her head slightly to the side, studying him with a look that mixed curiosity and amusement. She moved forward a few inches on her knees across the wood, drawing closer.
"So..." she said, drawing out her voice a little, "you just stood there this whole time?"
He crossed his arms.
"Maybe."
She let out a low laugh.
"Maybe?" she repeated. "That sounds like the answer of someone who got caught looking."
She rested one hand on the deck, leaning her body slightly forward as she stared at him.
"Don't worry..." she continued with a smirk. "I don't usually charge admission."
The wind passed again, making the bikini strings flutter.
He still wasn't saying much, which seemed to amuse Lisa even more.
"You know..." she said, moving a little closer on her knees, "this place is dangerous."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Dangerous?"
Lisa nodded slowly.
"Yes." She looked at the sea behind her for an instant and then returned her gaze to him. "The water is beautiful... the sun is strong... and sometimes someone interesting appears, watching."
She rested her chin on her hand, pretending to think.
"Then you start wondering if you should get out of the water... or keep provoking a little."
She looked up at him from below.
"What do you think I should do?"
The silence between them grew heavier than before.
Lisa broke into a slow smile.
"Careful..." she said in a playful tone. "If you keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you want me to stay here."
The silence between them grew even denser, charged with something beyond the sea breeze and the afternoon heat. Lisa held his gaze for a few seconds, her dark eyes shining with a mix of challenge and curiosity. Then, unhurriedly, she stood up, water streaming down her body, forming little rivulets that disappeared into the deck's wood.
She took a step toward him. Then another.
When she stopped, she was so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body, a temperature different from the sun's, denser, more dangerous. Lisa tilted her head back to look at him — he was tall, much taller than her, and the height difference made her feel small in a way that, surprisingly, didn't bother her.
"You're quiet, huh?" she murmured, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "I like that. I like a man who observes before he acts."
Her hand rose slowly, her fingers finding the fabric of the shorts he was wearing. Lisa bit her lower lip as her palm slid over the surface, feeling the volume beneath the cloth. Her eyes widened slightly.
"Wow..." the word escaped in a breath, almost involuntary. "That is... you're..."
She squeezed gently, confirming the sensation. The shorts hid nothing — or rather, they hid a lot, but what they hid was enormous. Lisa felt her own body respond, a heat rising from her belly, a dampness beginning to form between her thighs.
"Is that for real?" she laughed, a sound both nervous and excited. "You're not hiding a torpedo in there, are you?"
With a slow, deliberate movement, she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his shorts and pulled down. The fabric slid down his thighs, pooling at his ankles, and the penis emerged before her — enormous, thick, dark, already partially erect and growing by the second under her fixed gaze.
Lisa held her breath.
"My God..." she murmured, her eyes fixed on that sight. "Look at that..."
She stood still for a long moment, just observing. The penis was darker than the rest of his skin, a deep brown that contrasted with the pale palm of her hand when she wrapped it around him, feeling the weight, the texture, the heat.
"It's so thick," she whispered, almost to herself. "So... perfect."
Her fingers could barely meet around the circumference. Lisa squeezed lightly, feeling the pulse, the blood rushing beneath the thin skin, the member hardening even more under her touch.
"And it's going to grow more?" she asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. "It's going to get even bigger?"
The answer came in the form of a stronger pulse in her hand.
Lisa smiled, a slow smile.
She knelt on the deck's wood, kneeling before him like someone preparing for a ritual. The position made her feel even smaller, even more vulnerable — and that excited her more than she expected.
With her free hand, she guided the penis to her face, letting the tip rest against her cheek. The weight was real, the temperature warm, and Lisa closed her eyes for a second, feeling.
Then she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"You think this fits?" she asked, her voice sweet, almost innocent, completely dissonant from the situation. "In my mouth? You think I can?"
She didn't wait for an answer.
She brought the tip to her lips, kissing it lightly first, like testing the water's temperature. Then she opened her mouth and tried to envelop the head.
She couldn't.
The head was too thick, occupying all the space, pressing against the roof of her mouth and her cheeks at the same time. Lisa tried to go down a little more and choked, pulling back with teary eyes.
"Sorry," she laughed, embarrassed, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. "Sorry, it's just... I've never sucked one this big before. I swear."
She looked at the penis, at the size, at the thickness, and then at him.
"You're going to have to teach me," she murmured, her voice lower. "Or at least be patient."
She leaned in again, this time slower. She licked the tip first, in slow circles, tasting it — salty, warm, masculine. Then she tried again to envelop it with her lips, but only managed the head.
"Like this?" she asked, her voice muffled, her eyes seeking his. "Is it good like this?"
She began to move, a clumsy back-and-forth motion that barely covered two centimeters of the member. Saliva ran down her chin, dripping onto her neck, falling on the deck. Lisa didn't care. She was focused, determined to learn, to discover how to please that man.
Her free hand held the base, massaging what her mouth couldn't reach, while her tongue explored the head in increasingly daring circles.
"Show me," she pleaded, taking her mouth away for an instant, her breath ragged. "Show me how you like it. Teach me."
Lisa leaned in again, but now her eyes didn't stray from that sight before her. The penis seemed even bigger up close, the veins running across the dark surface like maps of a territory she had barely begun to explore. She ran her tongue slowly along the side, feeling every ridge, every texture, her eyes half-closed in a mix of concentration and ecstasy.
"It's so big," she murmured against his skin, her lips brushing the shaft.
Her hand slid down, finding his balls. They were heavy, full, and Lisa cupped them carefully, feeling the weight, the heat. She lowered her face, burying her nose in the wrinkled skin, inhaling deeply.
The smell was strong — sweat, masculinity, that dense, animal odor rising from skin after a day in the sun. Lisa's eyes rolled back, her mouth opening in a muffled moan.
"My God," she whispered, her voice drunk with desire. "That smell... you smell so... so manly..."
Her tongue found its way, licking his balls with the same devotion she had given the penis. She tasted them, feeling the salty flavor of the skin, the sweat accumulated in the folds. Each lick was slow, deliberate, as if she were savoring a rare delicacy.
"I love this," she confessed, her voice muffled against his skin. "I love big dicks. Love it. I'm a slutty whore who loves big dicks, you know?"
She laughed, a drunken sound, as she continued licking, now alternating between his balls and the base of his penis. The hand not holding his balls massaged the shaft, feeling the thickness, the hardness.
"Look at this," she murmured, looking at her own fist that could barely close around the circumference. "My hand doesn't close. It doesn't close, can you believe it? And I'm going to have to put this in my mouth. In my throat."
She looked at him, her eyes shining with a mix of challenge and adoration.
"You're going to see me choke, huh? You're going to see little Lisa all drooly trying to swallow this trophy."
Before he could answer, she turned her face and began to move her tongue upward. She passed over his balls again, licking every inch, went up the base, up the shaft, and when she reached behind his balls, she found the way.
The rimjob.
Lisa pressed her face into that space, her tongue finding the sensitive skin between his balls and his ass. She licked there with the same devotion, feeling the smell even more concentrated, the taste even stronger. Her eyes rolled back again, a long, obscene moan escaping against his skin.
"That's it..." she murmured, her voice muffled. "Yes, that's it... what a taste... what a smell..."
Her tongue explored every fold, every inch of that sweaty perineum, while her hand continued to massage his penis in a slow, firm rhythm. She was lost, completely lost in that task, in the smell, in the taste, in the size of what she had before her.
"I could stay here all day," she confessed, her voice breaking. "All day licking you. Smelling you."
She licked deeper, the tip of her tongue brushing his asshole for an instant, and the moan that escaped her was almost a cry of pleasure.
"I want everything," she whispered. "I want your taste, your smell, your dick, your cum. I want everything inside me."
She finally pulled away, breathless, her face shining with her own saliva, her eyes glazed. She looked at the erect penis before her, pulsating, covered in the moisture she had left.
"Now," she said, her voice hoarse, "now I'm going to try again."
She opened her mouth as wide as she could and went down.
This time it was deeper. The head passed, the shaft began to enter, and Lisa felt the penis filling every space, pushing her tongue down, pressing against the roof of her mouth. She tried to relax her throat, tried to let it pass, but when it hit the back, she choked.
She pulled away coughing, eyes watering, saliva running down her chin in thick strands.
"Sorry," she laughed, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Sorry, it's just too big. Too much. But I want it. I want it so much."
She went down again, determined.
This time she managed a little more. The head entered, the shaft slid, and she felt the taste get stronger, more concentrated. The smell of his body, the sweat, the excitement, everything mixed into an intoxicating perfume that made her want more.
Her eyes rolled back as his head hit the back of her throat. She felt the gag reflex but pushed, forced it, wanted more. Her free hand massaged his balls, feeling them contract, prepare.
When she finally pulled away to breathe, the penis was covered in saliva, gleaming under the afternoon light. Lisa looked at him with half-closed eyes, her mouth half-open, her breath ragged.
"I want your cum," she said simply. "I want it all. I want to fill my mouth. I want to swallow every drop."
She went down again, but now in a faster, more desperate rhythm. His head hit the back of her throat with each thrust, and Lisa tasted the pre-cum starting to appear — salty, slightly bitter, addictive.
"That's it," she murmured against his penis, her voice vibrating on his skin. "That's it, cum, cum in the whore's mouth, fill this slutty mouth..."
She felt when he started to pulse. The balls contracted in her hand, his whole body tensed, and then the first jet hit the back of her throat.
Lisa moaned, a muffled, happy sound, as the hot semen ran over her tongue, filled her mouth, went down her throat in an endless flow. It was a lot. More than she expected. More than any man had ever given.
Her eyes rolled back, her hands holding tight to her thighs, as she tried to swallow, tried to handle it all. But it was too much. The semen ran from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the deck, running down her chin, mixing with saliva.
She choked.
But she didn't stop.
Even coughing, even with teary eyes, she kept her mouth on his penis, sucking every drop, licking the tip while the last jets still came out. When he finally stopped pulsing, Lisa slowly pulled away, her mouth full, her cheeks puffed.
She looked at him, eyes still watering, face dirty with cum and saliva, and opened her mouth to show.
Then she swallowed.
Slowly, deliberately, feeling each warm gulp go down her throat. When she finished, she licked her lips, cleaning the excess with her tongue.
"Mmm," she murmured, her voice hoarse. "Tasty. So tasty."
She ran her tongue over her lips again, tasting what remained.
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