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We met this way, the translucent Caribbean Sea surrounding our nearly naked bodies, the gentle motion of the warm water pulsing around us. We were enveloped in sex itself. Two single adults randomly paired as dive buddies on a scuba outing were practically guaranteed to connect in a significant way.
When we later found ourselves referring to our shared honeymoon, there was no denying the pull the same tropical waters still had on each of us. We wanted to return. There was a first kiss we wanted to commemorate by consummating our relationship in the sea itself.
Beneath 20 feet of beautiful, blue ocean, we were alone again and floating above a secluded reef teaming with life. Curious schools of the tiniest fish tickled our bare skin as they passed between us. Wriggling sea anemones of every color simulated the movement my new husband and I couldn’t wait to create with our joined bodies.
It was easy to slide my bikini bottom down my thighs and unleash his eager cock from his swim shorts. We maneuvered ungracefully, waving our arms and paddling our fins to bring our bodies closer together in dire necessity. In one quick movement, my lover grabbed my ass with both oversized hands and easily lifted my pelvis to his face.
Between hits of oxygen from his regulator, his firm tongue hungrily lapped between my vulnerable lips. The salted water added a flavor that spiked his own arousal, and I succumbed to the unexpected pleasure of a shower of bursting air bubbles escaping his mouth to vibrate against my engorged pussy.
I came as he returned the regulator to his mouth and tugged frantically at his own organ. Together, we rose slowly through the depth, my eyes never leaving the glorious sight of his underwater eruption.
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