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through her. His chest was beautifully delineated, broad and chiselled, the pecs taut and defined. His belly was ridged, not an inch of fat visible. Bared completely for the first time, his arms were ropy with sinuous muscle.
    Kyle walked forward, rising out of the water, and Donna stared at the surface, waiting for the heartstopping moment when his penis would breach the surface. And it did. Donna gasped, the breath catching in her throat. His cock was fully erect, and huge, curving slightly back and circumcized, the tense engorged head like a plum.
    She stepped closer just as he did, and for a moment they faced one another, within arm’s reach, prolonging the moment; a man and a woman, completely naked and sexually aroused by each other. Donna feasted her eyes greedily, her body pounding with desire. She took in the glistening rivulets of water coursing down his neck and shoulders and across his hard, tight torso and catching in the golden mat of his pubic hair. The sensuous curve of his slightly parted lips and the hint of his tongue behind them. The darkening of his eyes as the pupils dilated and crowded out the blue irises, as Kyle himself drank in her body.
    And then they were in each other’s arms and there was the almost unbearable hot sweet feel of his firm naked flesh against hers, his arms like vises clasped around her waist and his hands splaying up her back as his chest crushed against her breasts and his mouth came down hard on hers, his tongue thrusting deep past her lips and her teeth and finding hers and twining with it, urgently, aggressively. Rendered almost immobile by the exquisite shock of contact, Donna managed to press her hips forward against him, seeking to fuse with him, and she felt the huge hard bar of his cock against her belly, trapped between them.
    She broke the kiss before she passed out from an inability to breathe and immediately clamped her mouth against the side of his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin, biting gently with her teeth. One of his hands left her back and forced its way up between their bodies, the fingers probing for her breast and finding it and then the whole palm sliding in and cupping it, the nipple hard against his palm. His other hand slipped down and grasped a cheek of her ass and pulled her pelvis tighter against him.
    She felt his hips start to move rhythmically and his cock slide against her belly. The sensation drove her to bury her hands in his hair and pull his face down to hers and hoist her thighs up so that she was straddling him around his waist, relying on his strength to support her. She opened her mouth against his ear and probed and nipped with tongue and teeth.
    ‘You want to fuck me?’ she breathed in his ear. ‘Fuck me hard?’
    She felt his voice in his chest rather then heard it. ‘Yeah.’
    ‘Then do it,’ she snarled, animal lust consuming her. ‘Fuck me. Fuck me now.’
    ‘Yeah.’
    ‘I want to feel your hard cock deep in my cunt.’
    ‘Oh yeah.’
    His hands gripped her waist and he lifted her a little. Donna stared into his face. Kyle’s eyes were hooded with desire, his lips swollen and ruby-colored, his breath coming in fast guttural rasps. She glanced down, between her breasts, saw the purple head of his cock above the surface of the water, wicked and meaty, and she tilted her pelvis forward so that her pubic bush pressed against his own golden hair. The tip of his prick nudged against the lips of her pussy and she hissed through her teeth at the fiery torrent of excitement that coursed through her lower body.
    Slowly, exquisitely, Kyle lowered her onto his penis, and she cried out as its head slipped in between her labia and she felt the full length of it, awesomely big, filling her. Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to take in any more of him he withdrew a fraction of an inch, then pushed up again, easing the shaft in deeper and deeper.
    Donna wrapped her thighs around Kyle’s waist once again and he shifted