THE ABANDONED LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER'S COTTAGE PT 3
Distant voices and the crackle of a ranger’s radio floated up from the trail below. The patrols were getting closer.
The restraint between Zara and Declan finally snapped.
Zara pushed Declan onto his back on the narrow iron bed. The old frame creaked loudly under his weight. She climbed over him quickly, straddling his hips. Her hands shook slightly as she yanked her denim shorts and panties to the side, exposing her soaked p***y. Declan’s c**k stood thick and hard, the head flushed dark and already leaking.
She lined him up and sank down slowly.
Inch by inch, her tight, dripping cunt swallowed his thick c**k. Zara’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp.
Declan groaned low in his throat, the sound barely contained. The stretch burned in the
