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slipped inside
again, stroking her in all the right places.
    Delightful stars danced through
Sophie's vision. She grabbed a hold of the table to prevent an
embarrassing spill onto the floor. Strong hands kneaded her ass as
his tongue swirled inside her. No longer able to control her legs,
Sophie fell against the cool table, her breath stolen away to the
night.
    Lucas stood, pressed his swollen cock
tip inside her, and robbed her of breathing again. Steadily he slid
every thick inch inside until his hips pressed up against her ass.
He fucked her slowly at first, like the perfect gentleman. She
reached back to rub her clit and squeezed her pussy lips along his
shaft.
    Lucas held her by the hips to press her
as close against him as possible. His fervor escalated, every
thrust pushed harder while his tempo escalated. Her head bobbed
from impacts, numbness flushed all lingering pain from her toes.
She imagined the gulls overhead, her feet sinking into sand, surf
crashing against the shore, its mist cooling her.
    The zenith broke past her senses,
quivering her lips between moans. Pleasure hastened, its trance
captivated her with steady pressure until her orgasm broke free of
her self-inflicted chains. Wave after wave of sweet release
drenched her pussy, and dripped down her thighs.
    Sophie lay over the table panting,
sharp edges were digging along her stomach but she barely noticed.
Lucas took her hand, guided her toward the bar. When they were
close enough he boosted her onto the counter.
    "Lay back." He smiled, his voice
relaxed.
    Trusting his every intent, she laid
back on the cool, smooth surface, her dark hair spilling around
her. Promise tingled her clit. He leaned to kiss her, his hands
delighting her body. His kisses descended along her neck, over her
collar bones, and hovered around her breasts sucking each nipple
firm. His lips traveled down past her navel to her hips, sending
soft thrills through her as they kissed their way over her garter
strap, then followed the lacy dark border of her stocking toward
her inner thigh.
    Sophie squirmed, every kiss across her
upper-mid thigh tickling with more torture than pleasure. She
clamped her mouth shut with both hands until she could no longer
stand it, and she burst out giggling.
    "Too much?" He kissed slower,
firmer.
    "Maybe a bit."
    "You're pretty ticklish?"
    "Maybe a bit." She stroked his hair,
gently pressed his scalp, granting permission to
continue.
    He kissed his way down her leg,
clutched her by the foot. His thumbs kneaded thin silk against her
foot; bit by bit friction radiated deeper through her leg, until it
reached her slick pussy.
    "That's…amazing." Sophie sighed,
rubbing her pussy in rhythm with his touch.
    Lucas massaged her other foot before
climbing up onto the bar to be with her. He went down on her, his
mouth amply making up for the delay to fuck her again. She came
again before she knew what hit her, clawing at the bar, and nearly
falling off the narrow edge.
    Lost in the moment she stared upward, a
string of fairy lights twinkled between her and the ceiling. Her
pussy had barely recovered when Lucas parted her legs. He slid into
her deftly, taking advantage of the cum pouring from her to fuck
her hard against the bar.
    She wrapped her legs tight around him,
holding him close so she could feel every slap of his balls against
her. He grabbed her ankles, lifted and spread her legs into the
air. Every inch of him filled her to her maximum depth, completing
her as no other person had before. She rubbed her pussy, slipped
her fingers around their juncture to explore his exact point of
entry. She rested her feet on his shoulders, marveling at the way
he could kiss her insole and never skip a beat. He pressed her feet
to his lips, kissed them from their heels to the tips of their
toes, where he paused to inhale.
    Sophie looked up into his
eyes, realizing they were indeed lost somewhere in a tropical
paradise, even if it was a kitsch filled fantasy of her own