Upon arriving at the port, Miss MaryAnn was immediately mesmerized by Mr. Pato's big blue eyes and impossibly long, thick thighs. The tension between them grew as they shared a silent, intimate dance aboard his ship, their bodies swaying in rhythm to the gentle rocking of the waves.
As the night fell, they retired to the captain's quarters, their clothes melting away like the fog on the sea. Miss MaryAnn knelt before Mr. Pato, her lip-locked pussy already aching for his big cock. He teased her with his giant member, rubbing it against her soaking wet folds before finally pushing it inside her, filling her up with every inch of his girth.
Their passionate love-making was punctuated by her moans of ecstasy and his deep grunts of satisfaction.
