Daddy's Kitten
The session ended with them relaxed yet simmering, his hand squeezing hers as they dressed.
Hammock time followed on their private beach, swaying gently between palms, the rhythmic crash of waves lulling them. Katherine nestled against Vincent's chest, her dress hiked up, bare legs tangled with his.
"This is no less than heaven," she sighed, tracing his open shirt.
He chuckled, hand cupping her ass, fingers teasing the sash at her back. "Keep talking like that and we'll christen this hammock."
They dozed lightly, bodies attuned, the sun warming their skin.
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