Sarah cast her line into the glassy lake with a flick of her wrist, the early sun glinting off the water as Jake lounged beside her in the small boat. "Bet I reel in the biggest catch before noon," she said, her voice laced with challenge. Jake grinned, adjusting his cap. "Only if you stop distracting me with that ass in those shorts. What's the wager, champion?"
"Loser buys dinner—and maybe more," she replied, eyes sparkling with mischief. The hours passed with sharp banter, their rods dipping in sync while tension thickened like the humid air. "You're all talk, Jake. Bet you couldn't handle a real woman even if she bit your hook." He leaned closer, voice low. "Try me. I've been watching you get all horny out here, pretending it's just the fish."
The rods forgotten, they collided in a kiss that turned frantic, clothes shedding as the boat rocked. Sarah pushed him back, strong hands guiding his hard cock to her lips for a teasing blowjob that left him panting. "Not so cocky now," she murmured, climbing atop him, her wet pussy dripping as she sank down, riding with fierce rhythm.
Sweating under the sun, they moved together—her ass grinding, his thrusts deep—until she came with a cry, milking his cock until he spilled cum inside her. They collapsed, hearts racing, the lake silent around them.
Sarah traced a finger down his chest, already plotting the next cast.
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