The breeze caresses my skin while the waves play their own melody, adding to the beauty of the heat in the air.

 

“Lesley, you’re staring at nowhere," Remon said, as he softly kissed my neck. He’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. With me and our relationship, he’s so incredibly nice and hands-on. He is my happy pill and the best present I have ever received in my whole life.

 

I smiled at him after shaking my head. He’s husband material, and I can't get enough. "Just finished a photoshoot,” I remarked, laughing and touching my thighs.

 

“It’s difficult to have a partner who is both too gorgeous and too busy,” he added, pouting. Oh, no! When he does that insane thing, he does not know how cute he is.

 

“Stop, Remon! You appear to be so fucking hot." I laughed, and he simply stuck his tongue out and made a funny face at me.

 

“Stop!” I protested, but he tickled me more and forced me to close my eyes. He gripped my back since he knew he’d either ignore me or lean on me to avoid tickling me.

 

“My Lesley!” he hugged me hard. “I’m happy when we’re together. You know, no matter how busy we are, we still have time for our relationship," Remon said and smile sweetly, I don't want to leave this place.

 

“You’re a clingy person! There you have it." I teased my fiance and tries to tickle him. I still laugh in his face when he makes a cute expression. He is the sexiest doctor alive, and practically all of his patients are women, ladies who pretend and insist on being sick when they are not. Perhaps flirting is a terrible sickness.

 

He smirked at me before removing his shirt and throwing it in my face. Damn.

 

“My Lesley, you’re up first. When he said that, I leaped into the water.

 

The water is frigid, which is the polar opposite of the wind on your skin, so you do not know what the temperature is, but just one dominates. The water’s temperature

 

Remon simply stood there, staring at me while I adjusted my hair to cover my face. Oh, my goodness. I’m not sure how I feel when he looks at me so intently. I’m frightened because the last time he looked at me like that, we ended up having sex in my vehicle.

 

“You know what, Lesley...” he whispered, softly nipping my ear and tickling my thighs.

 

"I simply want to eat, you know. I can’t believe you’re now mine," he whispered, and I sigh quietly as he squeezes my right boob and plays with my nipples, hardening them and my hands finding their way to his beautiful body.

 

“Fuck, don’t start something you don't know how to end,” I say, as he finally lays his middle finger on my vagina, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I want to reach down and touch his baby.

 

Remon kissed my lips. He also played with my tongue. He excels at multitasking. He’s playing with my clit, kissing me, and fighting with his tongue while his right hand is on my right boob.

 

Finally, I could adjust his hair, and he was teasing my clit for God’s sake!

 

"Take a stand for what you began!" I snarled, and he laughed loudly as he seized my left hand and shoved it against his firm manhood, showing that he was preparing to fuck me so hard that my pussy couldn’t take it anymore.

 

“You know I’ll do anything for you,” he replied, and gave me a passionate kiss that made me wetter.

 

I yanked open the zipper on his blasted shorts! Fuck! Why does he need to be wearing shorts while we’re together? I’ll make a no-dress policy the next time, so we may fuck with no restrictions.

 

I finally felt his entire length, his god length, his fucking enormous dick that made my pussy weak, moist, and anything but.

 

I turned away from him and towards the yacht we were on. He placed his massive length on my little pussy carefully. Oh, no! This is the most wonderful day of my life. In the ocean, he fucked me.

 

Just take it easy at first since he is very nice. His gentlemanliness irritates me. I’d like her to be tough when we have sex, but she’s not. Even if I still want to, he is the one who stops us when he knows too much. And when that happens, we’re going to fight because I despise him.

 

“Oh fuck me hard, Remonise,” I groan, and he grips my waist so tightly that his movements become quicker and more harsh. Every move he makes me feel like I’m about to burst, but I try not to because I want us to reach the peak together.

 

“Yes, Lesley, I love you,” He groaned so loudly that I could feel his hand trembling as his movement behind me became harder and quicker.

 

My pussy grew wetter, and my breathing became more difficult. I wanted to come to the surface and meet her every motion. Perhaps later.

 

He forced my head down and placed one hand on my neck and one on my left hip.

 

I’m in love with this position.

 

 

“Oh, fuck. Please fuck me more, my Remon!" I’m happy, and I can feel his entire length plunging into my womanhood right now. He was so full that I could feel his head smacking against the cave of my womanhood’s wall.

 

"Please fuck me harder than that." I close my eyes and groan. Please don’t let him hang me right now. I’m going to abandon him in the middle of the Bahamas!

 

“Fuck, Lesley, I’m cumming!” He murmurs in my ear, and although we’ve been in the identical position for a long time, it feels like only a second to me.

 

I pout and push him, wrapping my legs around his waist, and he grabs my back and thighs before I move him. The water is up to his neck and beyond my reach, but there aren’t many people around. If there is, it makes no difference what we do.

 

When I moved, he groaned even louder and gripped me even more. I’m sure he’s going insane right now. I can’t believe I made him a virgin, and he stated he masturbated, the last time being in high school, but I let him know he masturbated when he saw my IG picture in Palawan, and boom, “Fuck, faster Lesley, I love it.” he said and kissed my lips as I was moving.

 

I couldn’t help but bite his lip and drive my claws into his back and shoulders. Hopefully, we’ll be able to continue our sex session in the bedroom later. I still don’t think we should have a separate bed.

 

I stare at his face as I close my eyes for a second, and he licks his lips sensually, which he does not know will turn on for me. For remonstrance, I am self-centered. I want him to be alone since he is my little innocent man.

 

“Lesley, I adore you.”

 

“I adore you as well, my Remonise.” When I addressed him by his full name, he realized I was serious.

 

When I initially arrived at the extreme, I closed my eyes for a second while a boat sailed by.

 

I was going to dismiss it when I noticed a familiar face I didn’t want to see.

 

The grin on his face, the obstinate jawline, and that he is licking his sinful lips while holding a bottle of wine tell us three things.

 

“Hello,” he said, grinning at me, which took him by surprise before his yacht eventually passed.

 

“How are you, Lesley?” Remon inquired, astonished that my movement had come to a halt.

 

Sure, I’m alright. "Perhaps I’m weary,” I answered, faking a grin.

 

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