On the Rocks

 


Victory hiked the sloping trail threading her deserted beach, not another soul in reach.  Lined with craggy boulders, this pathway was her Sunrise Salutation.  Her Good Vibrations before she graced her Nation.

Meditation in Isolation.  She trekked in rhythm to Nature's Song far away from the Throng.  Nothing else for miles around to stir her from the Soothing Sounds.

She wound past the waves as she headed to her quiet spot to do her yoga by the rocks.  She got the feeling she was Watched.  Excitement just ramped up a notch.  She placed her mat upon the ground.  Hiking shoes hit the sand.  She stripped down to her red bikini, a Hedonistic Yoga Genie. 

She saw the boater in the sea spying Mistress Victory.  She gave him such an Exhibition she lured him in with Mystic Vision.  As she stretched in Goddess Pose, the sailor Madly rowed and rowed.  He was desperate for Her Shore.  He never ever wanted More.  

She giggled as she moved from Chair and popped her butt up in the air.  The boater caught under her spell, ran across the broken shells.  In his haste he nearly fell.  He had to taste her Wishing Well.  Then she switched to Downward Dog.  His mind was lost in hazy fog.  Victory just blew his Mind with her curvy, round behind.  

Then he bowed to kiss her feet so she fed him something sweet. She pushed him back onto the rocks. Stroked his growing, rampant cock.  Then a game of 69 was the way they spent some time.  His tongue was Magic, So Sublime.  She savored Salty, So Devine.  She drenched his face and It Was Fine!

His prick was Hard.  Nice and Thick, so she sat down on his dick.  Filled her up, inch by inch. A naughty thirst he surely quenched.  The Pressure Built.  She climbed her Mountain until she squirted like a Fountain.  

She screamed her Glory as she Rode him.  Faster now! She fueled her Passion as she Rocked him in her Fashion.  Rapture Reigned.  She Overwhelmed him.  Pounded hard as she Helmed him.  He lost it as She overtook him.  She grabbed his throat and truly Shook him.  He moaned her Name as he Exploded.  All his Circuits Overloaded.  He washed away into the Ocean, Overcome by her Emotion.

He'd worshipped her with pure Devotion but Now She focused on her suntan lotion. 😉


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