A Summer Night's Whisper :

A Summer Night's Whisper


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On a quiet night by the sea, the two of them walked hand in hand.

Even though they weren't going into the water, they wore swimsuits to enjoy the atmosphere.

The gentle and soothing sound of the waves, different from the daytime, repeated over and over.

As they walked along the beach for a while, a beach house came into view.

This place, bustling with people during the day, was now completely silent at night.

"The beach house is empty at night!"

'It would be scary if someone were here at this hour!'

They enjoyed the luxurious time flowing slowly as they engaged in such trivial conversations.

Naturally, their eyes met, and they stared straight at each other, drawn together for a kiss.

From a cute kiss that was just a touch, it gradually changed angles and became more intense, making their minds tingle sweetly.

His tongue skillfully intertwined with mine, which was trying to escape.

'...mm...'

His lips melted sweetly inside my mouth and then parted.

The silver thread connecting us broke reluctantly.

John's hand reached for my chest, gently pressing the two protrusions through my swimsuit with his fingertips.

Under the sensual stimulation, the soft protrusions began to harden and assert themselves.

'Ah... John... not here.'

"It's just a kiss and a little touch on the chest, right? You're the one who got excited, Mary."

John teased, slipping his fingers into the gap of my swimsuit.

"You're so wet, you naughty girl."

'Wait, ah, no...'

His fingers moved as if toying with me, making deliberate sounds.

John's fingers easily found the small bud blooming in my secret place.

The sound of the waves and the lewd water sounds from my secret place mixed and reached my ears in the quiet night by the sea.

"Your hips are moving."

John's words made me feel ashamed.

"Do you want it already?"

I nodded honestly, pushing aside my embarrassment.

He pulled his fingers out, adjusted his swim trunks, and lifted one of my legs.

'Standing up...?'

"Hold on tight."

With John's words, I braced myself for the pleasure to come and grabbed his shoulders.

At that moment, John pushed himself inside me all at once.

'Ah... ahhh!!'

"So tight..."

I could clearly feel myself tightening around John.

He grabbed my hips and thrust up from below, testing my ability to withstand the overwhelming pleasure.

'Ah, John... ah, it feels so good, ahhh...'

In the intense rhythm, I forgot we were outside and couldn't stop my sweet moans.

'Wait... ah, John... John!'

Calling his name repeatedly.

Even though I had no composure, I wanted to connect with John more deeply, so I held him tightly.

"You're so cute. Can I go harder?"

Without waiting for my answer, the rhythm accelerated even more.

'I can't stand... anymore, no...'

My legs trembled.

"Hold on."

'I can't... I can't... ah...'

John laid my weakened body on a beach table and thrust even harder.

A tingling pleasure ran up my back.

My whole body felt numb.

'Ah, ah, no... I'm going to...'

"Go ahead... come."

'Ah, I'm coming... ahhh!'

I reached my climax with an even sweeter voice.

"...so tight..."

With a few final thrusts, John released inside me.

His hot desire filled me completely.

We adjusted our clothes and sat side by side on the sandy beach by the water's edge.

The intense passion from earlier seemed like a lie as the calm time flowed again.

The night breeze gently brushed our cheeks.

Along with the sound of the wind,

"I love you."

His beloved voice reached my ears.

I felt that happiness was in these seemingly insignificant moments on a hot summer night.

Fin.



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