She couldn't explain why she'd always been attracted to the salty, aged sailors, but she had. She'd liked the way they looked at her when she came to the pier in shorts, and a snug tank or tee. The way they stared at her breasts, or her ass. If she lingered into the evening once they had hit their sak cups, or had pints of beer they'd get a bit handsy with her, the letcherous old dirty bastards lewdly suggesting thigns to her until she went away with them. Bathrooms, and alleys, boats, and love hotels, apartments, and the boat house. She was panting, exciting. "I need to call home, let them know I'll be late" she said, but even as she made the call, he didn't wait to lift her top up and lick her pebbled nipple. She gasped, resisting the urge to moan, and tried to rush through her call to hang up. "You're so bad!" she complained, and he only laughed, hands reaching up to squeeze her breasts. "Wait till I'm pumping you full of my cum lass."
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