goldsoundz
Really Really Experienced
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- Apr 2, 2005
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Jack awoke with a start. It was still night, and moonlight streamed in through his cabin window, bathing the room in soft, blue light. Calm winds and seas gently rocked the ship and her mostly slumbering inhabitants. Jack usually slept soundly, but his dreams had been filled with visions of Maria and her naked young body, riding him like a ship rides a storm, rocking steadily up and down. She had looked deeply into his eyes and pleaded, "Take me, Mr. Jack, take me now..."
Jack's manhood was aching for release, for touch. He turned to check on Maria...and found her small, perfect breasts exposed to him as she slept. Jack tried not to look, to turn around and ignore the display. No, having the Spanish flower as a crewmember seemed unrealistic.
Turning from Maria, Jack gently and quietly massaged his engorged manhood as he lay on the floor of his own cabin. The very essence of weakness, he scolded himself. And reduced to it in a day. What he wouldn't give just to take this girl, if only he hadn't given his word...
Jack's manhood was aching for release, for touch. He turned to check on Maria...and found her small, perfect breasts exposed to him as she slept. Jack tried not to look, to turn around and ignore the display. No, having the Spanish flower as a crewmember seemed unrealistic.
Turning from Maria, Jack gently and quietly massaged his engorged manhood as he lay on the floor of his own cabin. The very essence of weakness, he scolded himself. And reduced to it in a day. What he wouldn't give just to take this girl, if only he hadn't given his word...
