In the heart of the Mediterranean, on a yacht sailing the crystal-clear waters, lied the beautiful Veronica. Her long, dark hair was a messy halo around her head as she playfully ducked underwater, enjoying the cool sensation against her sun-kissed skin.
Veronica’s companion, a handsome man named Marco, watched her from the deck with a burning desire. His eyes trailed from her messy hair to her perky breasts, barely hidden by the wet fabric of her bikini. He couldn’t resist the temptation any longer.
Marco dove into the water, swimming towards Veronica with powerful strokes. She looked up just in time to see him approaching, her eyes widening with anticipation. Marco pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss as their bodies intertwined under the water.
Their kiss deepened, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as Marco’s hands roamed Veronica’s body. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples through the damp fabric. Veronica moaned, her hands reaching down to grip his firm ass.
Breaking their kiss, Marco trailed his lips down Veronica’s neck, nibbling on her earlobe before continuing to her breasts. He pulled one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Veronica arched her back, her moans growing louder as pleasure washed over her.
Marco’s fingers found their way to Veronica’s bikini bottom, tugging it aside to reveal her slick folds. He slipped a finger inside her, groaning at how wet she was. Veronica’s hips bucked, meeting his thrusts as he added a second finger.
Pulling his fingers out, Marco replaced them with his cock, thrusting into Veronica with a primal need. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her walls tightening around him as they moved together in a rhythm as old as time.
Their moans echoed through the water, drowned out by the slapping of their bodies. Veronica’s nails dug into Marco’s back, her orgasm building up inside her. With one final thrust, Marco filled her with his warmth, triggering her own release.
As they surfaced, their bodies still entwined, Veronica looked at Marco with a satisfied smile. “Again?” she asked, her voice husky with desire. Marco grinned, his answer clear in his eyes.
They disappeared underwater once more, leaving nothing but a trail of bubbles behind.
