Chapter 8: Apex Ecstasy

The gondola dangling at the Ferris wheel’s apex, moaning in the blasts like a lover on the rim, wind playfully tickling breathlessly open cabin as my fingers, already seeking the slick sanctuary, curled inwards into the depths of Elena’s void, the world below dulled into blissful oblivion; oceanic stretches a limitless surge; fair lights flickering like the foam on the cresting waves; distant waves crashing like the tidal surge of the shore peeling against the longing tugs of her walls anchoring my digits; her thigh tumbled down heavier over mine; wide hips ebbing into the swell; skirt hiked low to the grateful plunge of damp silk clinging to her mound; natural black curls uncut like a tactile retreat underneath lace cut but uncut to amplify the authenticity of her body over any varnished fancy.

She rose boldly into my touch, breathed with breezes, her large breasts leaping laxly with each shuddering gasp, full, throaty, nipples uplifted endcaps tenting blue sundress as beacons in brine-bitten black.

My cock quivering unresolved beneath, surging shaft straining slacks as scruples shattered deeper, guilt’s hand hosting internal invective,

“This plunge’s paste, her heat a blight index from sky”, surrender throbbing,

“But her grip, hearing glory, walls squeezing wantonly like summons of savior.”

Probing turned to plodding, fingers intruding her inmost, two curling inside velvet vice of her pussy, slick and searing, effusive arousal coating my knuckles as I hooked upward, stroking that inner ridge with wry drags.

“Oh, my strong man,” she whispered, her voice velvet humidity, hot hide, wants woven like mantra mingling with marine murmurs.

Her body trembled, her walls holding no sway against their hard, relentless tides that pulled me into their teeth, of innate naturally nocturnal nests in her hairiness brushing my palm as I plunged deeper, wet, welcome warm mumbling invitation resounding with every slide.