She let out a soft moan, arching her back to highlight her pubic mound. The sea was calm at first. As soon as we left the harbor, the boat became a nutshell tossed by the waves. We sat on the last bench at the back of the small boat. She was practically naked. It was common at that time to go braless. I reached his kitten, and my fingers sank into its soft fur. It was clear she wasn’t wearing any panties. It had become so erotic that it could give a Senegalese regiment a hard-on. She called me a few minutes later:
“I’m ready, come on.”
It was summer, but she was wearing a corset top with a garter belt, revealing her breasts, and black stockings. As soon as the door was pushed open, she said:
“Drop everything, close the door, and join me!”
She guided me to the bathroom. As soon as we left the harbor, the boat became a nutshell tossed by the waves. The men were not indifferent to her appearance and her bare breasts. The boat was sinking into the water, the spray washing over the cabin and crashing onto the aft deck, soaking us to the skin.
