The small cabin, built atop the waves, had a ceiling open to the starry sky. The full moon hung high above, its silvery light bathing the entire room. Outside, the waves rolled and crashed; inside, moonlight flowed like water. The bed within groaned under a different kind of weight, rocking violently with a "creak, creak" sound.
Alanna rode upon Quinn, rising and falling, her mouth letting out unrestrained moans. Her voice mingled with Quinn's ragged gasps, creating a symphony of passion.
"Ah, Quinn..." Alanna pressed her hands against Quinn's chest, swaying her hips. At a rhythm she favored, she swallowed his thick shaft.
The initial penetration brought a pang of pain. But as Alanna's honeyed essence flowed, the entrance loosened, and their bodies became slick with their shared moistur
