Surviving a shipwreck in the middle of nowhere was taking its toll on Nate, Donnie, and Hannah. What started as a dream vacation turned into a nightmare when their luxury yacht crashed into the treacherous rocks. It had been a month since then, and they were the only ones left. Nate held a secret that he was keeping from his friend Donnie, who had struck out several times trying to flirt with Hannah. But she wasn't interested in anyone but wealthy high rollers. As they struggled to survive through hunger and awkward silences, Nate took matters into his own hands. Or to be more precise, took Hannah. As she slinked off for her morning dip, her attractive, tanned and tattooed body with a curvy ass swaying as she moved, her golden tresses flicking as she turned her head to see who was following. Nate approached her swiftly and expertly, and with cat like reflexes, mounted her. Becoming gloopy and clear and flowing in her mouth, across her body, goose bumps over her skin as his liquid form tickled it's way along. She gargled and gagged and resisted but ultimately Nate was the dominating force and blended with her mind and body from within. Now fully in control. His reasoning for giving into his primal urges, that two mouths to feed are better than three. But what really happened was a crashing of libidos. Two twentysomethings depraved of the sexual adventures they had hoped for blending into one being. Donnie crawled out of his makeshift tent. A couple of ponchos he rescued when beach combing. But as he scratched his arse and yawned, his bleary eyes widened as Hannah was bounding towards him. Laughing, no chuckling to herself. Mid yawn she grabbed Donnie's naked body and pulled him towards her with surprising force. Their lips met and tongues danced, hands roamed free. What little modesty was left for Hannah was shed or slipped to the side. Taking Donnie by the cock she felt is swell to her touch and the pair gave in to lust and animal urges and using Hannah's carefully placed cushions she slid down Donnie's pole and slammed onto him, riding him hard and fast and deep. Maybe Nate would explain...eventually.
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