Mohammed thrust forward at her plea, his cock sliding deep into her wet pussy with a groan that rattled the thin walls. Tia arched up to meet him, strong thighs locking around his hips as she flipped their positions in one fluid motion, straddling him with a wicked grin. "Seven months at sea and you still think you run this show?" she teased, rolling her hips so his hard length hit just right. "Tell me what that bunk felt like without me." He panted, hands gripping her ass, sweat already beading on his chest. "Lonely. Horny. I jerked off thinking of your mouth on me." Tia laughed, sharp and bright, leaning down to nip his ear. "Then earn that blowjob now." She slid off him, taking his dripping cock between her lips in one smooth motion, tongue swirling until he cursed her name. He came hard, cum spilling as she swallowed with a satisfied hum, then climbed back astride him, guiding him into her again. Their bodies moved in desperate rhythm, her strong hands pinning his wrists while she rode him to her second climax, both of them sweating and panting through the aftershocks. As they collapsed tangled together, Tia traced his beard with one finger. "Next time you leave, I'm stowing away." The orange sunset had faded to streetlight shadows when she whispered against his throat, "But first, tell me what else you imagined on that ship—because chapter two starts with me making it real."
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