The Hidden Pleasure of smothered sex

smothered sex takes place on a yacht at midnight. Moonlight on water turns everything silver. She’s draped across the bow in a string bikini that disappears within the first minute of smothered sex. Salt air kisses her skin as she works a throbbing toy in long, lazy strokes synced to the rocking boat in smothered sex. Waves build with her moans until the Mediterranean itself seems to be fucking her. When orgasm finally crashes in smothered sex, she cries out loud enough to scatter night birds. Spent, she trails fingers through the wetness on her thighs and paints a heart on the deck—signature of smothered sex.