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They rendezvoused
at the corner with the tacqueria. Elizabeth wanted to shop for
gifts to take back home, Mason wanted to poke around the shops for
fun - they'd learned they couldn't accomplish these goals
simultaneously, so they'd separated for few hours.
Mason's purchase sat unobtrusively in his shorts pocket.
Elizabeth's consumed three small bags. As she approached, he
chuckled at the bags but was struck by how sexy she looked in her
short white skirt. Those long legs always took his breath away.
"Let's go back to the hotel," he said into her hair as he slipped
an arm around her. His response to that skirt was always the same
- he couldn't wait to explore what was under it. Though he'd had
twelve years of becoming intimately familiar with the treasures
between her legs, the Pavlovian response to that white skirt was
as reliable as the sweltering humidity in Cozumel that summer.
"It is pretty warm," she replied, pretending not to understand the
real reason for his request. "And since this is your birthday,
your wish is my command. Besides, I'm dying for a cold drink."
They walked to the hotel in minutes. The large balcony, shaded by
the thatched roof, was considerably cooler than the hot,
cobblestone streets where they'd spent the last few hours. He sat
down in one of the upholstered patio chairs and unzipped his fly.
Elizabeth joined him moments later with two cold bottles of water
from the small fridge. Upon seeing his very rigid, very large
cock sticking out of his shorts, she grinned and put the bottles
on the nearby table.
"That looks like a much better thirst-quencher than water," she
purred.
He spread his legs and she stood between them, bending from the
waist to put her lips to his rock-hardness. Her breath warmed his
tip, which was already leaking pre-cum. She licked it reverently
and explored the remainder of his mushroom head slowly, dragging
her tongue over the top and under the ridge.
He decided to tease her, too. He could smell her arousal, even
amidst the lush, tropical foliage that shielded their balcony from
others. And that skirt... He helped himself to her wet muff,
burrowing between her soft, dripping folds to find her most
sensitive spot.
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