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Still carefully holding him to me, I head towards the shore as we continue to eat at each other’s mouths. We’ve barely made it out of the water when the sudden lack of buoyancy and the alcohol catch up with me. I stumble forward, dropping to my knees but careful not to crush his smaller frame as I lower him to the sand.

Cookie spreads his legs, cradling me between his thighs, and I gasp into his mouth when I feel his hard cock press against my own.

“Quinn,” he pants against my mouth, clutching my arse cheeks with desperate hands forcing me to rut harder against him. “Please.”

The waves are still rushing and breaking gently over my feet as we grind hungrily against each other. God, he tastes so fucking good, sweet like his cupcakes we ate earlier.

I’ve never felt so out of control, driven by pure primal pleasure. My cock is so hard, my balls drawn up tight and aching with the need for release. His tongue tangles with mine, and his fingers dig into my skin as he urges me on. Our cocks slide together, heat and pressure, and a bite of friction that is borderline painful but still just the right side of intense pleasure.

Suddenly, he cries out, and I feel his cock pulse before hot wetness slicks my stomach. His orgasm triggers my own, and I come all over his cock, unloading in throbbing spurts. Jesus, my cum is all over his dick and balls, and fuck me if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. My body shudders as he wraps his arms around me, and we lie there panting in the sand.

After a moment, I roll off him, afraid I’m crushing him with my size. We’re so close that there’s barely an inch between us. His hand finds mine and our fingers interlace. Neither of us says anything—I’m not sure either of us can. The world still spins but not just from the alcohol anymore. I look up into the vast starlit sky above us, Cookie’s warm body beside me.

I’ve never felt so content in my life.