Go on, it won’t kill you!”
He looked at the control, and absently ran his fingers over the buttons. As the sky began to glow with a new dawn, we slipped the boat into the smooth-as-glass-waters of the lake and carefully guided her through the dead heads to a small semi-hidden cove that had been quite fruitful the last time we fished it several months back. Just as I was about to bid farewell to my most cherished extremity, the head of my cock lodged into her opening. As we walked down the embankment towards the lazily flowing river, Rick seemed pensive, yet relieved. I changed channels, propped my feet on the coffee table, and enjoyed my brew. Not so! “You really think I’m that desperate,” I returned as I drained the last of my brew. The nipples on her chest became engorged and peeked out through the fine hair as her arousal became apparent. Rick swaggered in, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me lying sprawled across the couch with my clothes in a disheveled heap a few feet away.
