The island pulsed with heat.

Crickets screamed in the brush. Palm fronds whispered. The air hung thick with salt, ripe fruit, and the slow decay of sunlight on skin. Waves slapped the stilts of the deck like they were waiting.

She climbed the stairs from the beach, wet sand clinging to her ankles, oceanwater streaking down her thighs. Her sarong slipped from her hips and dropped to the boards. She didn’t look at him.

Naked. Damp. Her breasts bounced slightly with each step, her nipples hard from the breeze.

He sat in a lounger, cock stiff, wrapped in the cock ring she had snapped on before breakfast. His balls ached. His pulse throbbed in his cock. She’d kept him hard, teased, untouched, all day.

She bent over the railing, legs wide, arms stretched forward, her pussy bare and swollen in the golden light. A thin trail of slick glistened between her thighs. She arched her back and waited.

He dropped to his knees behind her.

She smelled like sun, sweat, salt. Her lips were puffy, wet. He spread her open and pushed his tongue inside her. Her moan was sharp and deep. She rocked back into his mouth, grinding hard. She fucked his face with slow, brutal rhythm. Her taste coated him. Her slick dripped down his chin. His hands bruised her thighs, holding her there as she trembled.

She came hard. Loud. Her whole body clenched. She didn’t let him pull back. She rode the last waves of it against his tongue until she couldn’t breathe.

Then she turned.

She straddled his chest and slid her tits around his cock, spit pooling in her cleavage. She fucked him with her breasts, slow and smooth, eyes locked to his while his cock throbbed between them. She rubbed his pre-cum over her nipples, pinched them, licked her palm and spread it over her chest again.

He begged to come.

She climbed onto him, slid down, and took him in with one long, wet stroke.

He cried out.

She was soaked and hot and tight around him. She bounced hard. Her ass slapped his thighs with every stroke. His cock swelled against the ring. He couldn’t take it.

She reached down and rubbed herself while she rode. Her breath quickened. Her tits bounced. Her cunt gripped him tighter.

“Don’t come,” she said.

He whimpered.

She fucked him faster. His eyes rolled back. His legs shook. He was right at the edge, cock ready to explode, but the ring held it. He felt everything. Couldn’t finish.

She leaned back, dragged her fingers through her slick, sucked them clean.

Then reached down and slid off the ring.

His orgasm hit like a punch.

He spilled deep inside her. Thick. Violent. The heat of it made her groan. It gushed out around him, splashed between them, dripped down to the deck. She kept grinding through it, milking him, laughing when he twitched.

She lifted off slow, let the mess spill out, then rubbed it into her skin. She smeared his cum over her belly, her breasts, her lips.

She walked to the edge of the deck and looked out at the dark water.

The moon had risen behind the palms. The tide was coming in slow.

She turned, cum shining on her chest.

“Get back on your knees.”