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.

She took all of him into her mouth and squirmed seductively as his fingers explored her pussy. He slipped the day's purchase inside her and flipped the small button at its base. The instant buzz was audible but muffled by her moist cunt. As he slid it in and out of her, she moaned, sending gentle reverberations from her throat to his cock.
 
The faster he pumped the small vibrator into her juicy hole, the harder she sucked him. Her beautiful, big tits brushed against his thighs as she moved.

Soon, he could hold back no more and dumped a thick load into her hot mouth.  She swallowed and took hold of his wrist between her legs.
 
"What is that, anyway?" She asked, referring to the vibrator. "It feels funny."
 
He turned it off, extracted it and let her see what had been fucking her.  The five-inch molded replica of the Maya goddess Ixchel glistened with Elizabeth's juices.
 
"Fertility goddess," he smirked. "Hope she doesn't make you pregnant."

Submitted by Sage of  Custom Erotica Source 

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