Karen stood, barefoot, on the beach, watching him approach. thin pants bulging.

Blanket already under the bougainvillea, she allowed her skirt to fall, and lay down, legs spread, “Am I moist enough?

Fingers trailed easily into her..

“Make me wetter.” She gasped, and that well-trained tongue tasted from clit to anus. Juices ran free.

“In me,” she squealed. He was hard, deep, vigorous. Such length, a wonderful drilling. After her usual two orgasms, he said, “Sorry. Must go service the car. Master has business in town, m’lady.”

“Interesting. My room door’s sticking. Check it after lunch. Might take some time.”