After returning to Miami, Arthur took his mistress with him on a weekend ride on a yacht. And it seemed like a serious conversation was brewing. Conflict of interests rose in full growth. Arthur wanted to have Sveta at his side, and in the status of a married mistress. But she didn’t want to see her husband here. Let it be, but somewhere there, in distant Russia, and his wife here, always ready for services. Svetlana was not satisfied with such a disposition, either to Russia or to her husband here, kindly. He was an excellent programmer, and there were no problems with the job placement.

Leaving the yacht on autopilot, Arthur descended from the flying bridge and walked over to Svetlana, holding out a tall martini glass to her, and looked at her mistress.

Sveta was reclining in a lounge chair, stretching her slender legs, only sunglasses on her clothes, they were alone on the yacht, and they were embarrassed, there was no one. Full-bodied breasts with brown nipple cherries in dark, embossed halos, slightly sprawled to the sides, smoothly shaved pubis, caught his eyes, with a seductive "little nail." Arthur's thoughts immediately turned in the other direction. You can talk later, but for now ...

Arthur lowered his shorts and sat down opposite Svetlana. Beckoning her finger, pointed to his dick raised his head.

"Svetik, how about, pamper the boss with a minetic?"

Svetlana sighed and put her glass on a small folding table, slipped from a deck chair to the deck. Shaking her hips, she crawled on all fours to her lover with her uterine rumbling. Reaching the goal of Light licked the head. That's what Arthur liked her, so it is a circumcised member, before him she did not come across with such. It was a pleasure to suck it, but Sveta loved to suck. Light created for a blowjob, it's about her. No Svetlana and sex loved, but more blowjob. And she always did it with pleasure and putting all possible effort. And now, without feeling warm feelings for Arthur, she worked on his penis, gently, one might say with love. Svetlana's lips gently slid over the stiffened penis, polished the tongue inside, gently touched the barrel, and bright cornflower eyes caught the eyes of the man in her grip. She loved to look into the eyes of men, whose penis was holding in his mouth. Svetina palm folded handful caressing the scrotum rolling testicles with playful fingers, the second played a man's nipple. Cock gradually deeper and deeper plunged into the depths of her sweet mouth. The larynx gently shrank around the visitor, its nose sniffed rapidly into the bushy thickets of pubic hair, like most of the natives of the Caucasus Mountains, Arthur was quite hairy.

Sveta recoiled, having recovered her breath, she kissed her head again and began to lick the organ standing like a monument to herself. Then he firmly took up the leather pouch, the tip of the tongue tickled the skin with light, sliding touches; After playing enough, Sveta started the main action. Putting her mouth on the penis, Svetlana began to work with her head. Replacing the pace and depth of immersion, she quickly achieved the fact that Arthur groaned and was ready to be discharged into her mouth, but Svetochkin's plans did not include such an outrage. She quickly pulled out of her mouth ready for the final member, again began to polish the tongue base of the trunk. When the man’s tension subsided, Svetlana again returned to the interrupted exercise. She brought Arthur almost to the brink several times, and retreated at the last moment, stretching pleasure. In such games, she could play for hours.

But this time, she felt a kind of tension, literally spread in the air. And the wind increased. It was time to finish. Svetlana began to increase the pace. The result is shot in her mouth. She almost choked, a powerful first jet hit right in the throat. Sperm was a lot, but she coped. Having swallowed everything to the drop, Sveta smiled at the man and rose from her knees.

Suddenly, a cold gust of wind caused her to cringe, her naked body crawling. Sveta looked back. The sky on the horizon darkened. It seems the storm is coming.

“There will be a storm. Not a word about it. Meteorologists, your mother. Light, get dressed, and bring life jackets from the cabin. And I'm on the bridge, the course will change, here near the island, try to take refuge in the bay, and wait. ”

Saleev, as he was in shorts and a T-shirt trot ran to the bridge, and Svetlana nodded, dived into the company cabin. Without hesitation, she pulled on a denim shorts, a shirt. Top buttoned saved vest. Do not neglect the security measures, Dima taught her for life. She grabbed a second vest for Arthur, and jumped out onto the deck.

The wind increased, it became noticeably colder. Salt spray along with a gust of wind doused her from head to toe, immediately soaked to the skin.

Sveta stretched a vest to Arthur and looked at the line of the storm catching up with them. In the oncoming wall of darkness, pierced by flashes of lightning, some sort of purple dusk was sparkling, sparkling with lilac glimpses.

Light events like less and less.

In the distance, an island appeared. The dark point was increasing too slowly, the approaching storm was clearly faster.

The sixth sense, the very thing that usually lives in the fifth point, insistently advised to take this very point, so respected by the Americans, away from the violet dregs.

But they did not have time. Sveta gazed in horror at the swirling wall, inexorably approaching them. She clutched at the railing of the flying bridge with her hands and feet, and closed her eyes.

The shock of the storm wave was terrible. The hull of the yacht shuddered, but survived. Their shell spun and carried among the raging waves.

Sveta opened her eyes. Violet mist swirled around, purple sparks galloped on the fiberglass upholstery of the yacht, on the chrome steering wheel, instruments, everywhere. They became more and more. They covered the whole yacht, and Arthur and her. And when there were too many of them, the lilac flash literally blinded her. For a split second, she felt a strange feeling, as if in weightlessness. There was nothing to breathe, the concept of top and bottom lost their meaning, it seemed to her that she was out of time and space. But it all lasted literally a moment, then the feeling of the reality of what is happening returned.

When the vision was restored, the purple fog disappeared, and the purple sparks too. The storm was just a storm. Waves gushing over the deck, all that was on it long ago carried overboard, and sun loungers and a table, and much more. But most importantly, she and Arthur survived. Her lover attached to the rail and held him in a stranglehold. He didn’t dare to open his eyes.

A new terrible blow shook the hull of the yacht. Clash with the rock, he did not survive. Split in half, "Northern Star" went to the bottom.

Light brought to the open sea. She was lucky, the wave did not crush her on the rocks, but threw over them. Sveta tried to keep afloat as best she could, but the elements threw and twisted it at will. The waves covered her head, but she reappeared again and again.

And then his legs rested against something. Sveta did not immediately realize that the first thought was about sharks. Bad thought. Terrible. The idea that her legs rest on her blunt-nosed nose, over her wide-open toothy maw, caused her heart to curl into a ball.

But realizing that under the feet is not a sea predator but the bottom, the light that was urine rushed forward.

How she got ashore, she did not remember. Falling on the coastal sand, she crawled, breaking her nails, pulling her body forward, away from the water. But the supply of human strength is still limited. They ended and Svetlana, and she buried her face in the wet sand turned off.

Consciousness returned slowly.The sense organs turned on gradually. The first was a rumor, the cries of gulls, and the quiet rustle of waves creeping onto the sand .... Read more →