Miyuki could be quite the tease.

“Picture us on the beach,” she’d say. “Miles from anyone. Just us and the sand and the sea. And the pure blue sky. And a few gulls soaring overhead. And your cock, erect as fuck. Yes, your lovely big cock, aching to be inside me. Inside my mouth or my cunt. But first I have to lick you. To lick that shy, sweet penis slit. To test it and tease it. And I know how much it wants me, wants to have my mouth or my pussy. But what about my tits? Don’t they deserve some of your cum cream? And what about my tattoo? My pussy cat—how it yearns for your love milk. And my rose. Rose needs to be moistened. Rose needs to be loved. Rose needs to drink you down. Rose needs to be fucked.”

She’d take the cap of Nils’ cock into her mouth. Just the cap. And suck it, but just for a second or two. And then more licking. That naughty teasing tongue. Licking slow as the surf. Licking, licking, licking til the spurts spurt. Some splashes the chin. Some splatters the chest. Cum-drenched tits. Puddles of cum upon pussy’s nose. Whatever pussy can’t lap up the sea will swallow.