Dancing around her luxury villa, her body and the music merge into a sensual blend, every move Stacy makes on the light parquet is like a shot of erotic adrenaline, as the pounding beat reverberates in the very core of her pelvis. Focused entirely on her rhythmic improvisation and the song of pleasure welling up inside her, the ballerina becomes sex in action, and she lets out a wanton sigh when she suddenly glimpses a figure moving in her periphery. He's handsome and rugged and so hot in his tan linen shorts. Barefoot, shirtless, with the bronze-gold of his skin reflecting a day of swimming and sailing, he walks toward her, and she sees his growing hard-on outlined by the clinging fabric, a bulge which is more than enough to send her orgasm to full boil. Her own desires have fueled her movements, and when she holds onto the rail to lean back, opening her thighs for him, the expression on her face is as telling as the spreading wetness visible beneath her mound of Venus, revealing her darkly swollen pussy lips glistening with arousal. Their desire for each other rises fast as a twister on an open plain. He quickly reaches her, pulling her lithe form into his muscular arms as she undulates, an automatic, sensual movement to the urgent, swelling rhythm. Her red-tipped fingernails are like streaks of lightning digging into the steely flesh of his ass, and with a low, soft moan, her lips seek his in an expression of sexual craving. The contact is electric, and their mouths lock like pieces of a perfect puzzle that form a sensual whole, as her pelvis seeks the warmth of his arousal. Still swaying, almost gyrating with her hips against him, her movements and moans are nearly indecipherable pleas for immediate, urgent, insatiable fulfillment. But the sailor is intent on teasing her, and, holding her upright with one strong arm, he brings the other hand down to slowly draw her thigh up against his own muscled leg, exposing her vagina and running a finger from its fleshy outer edge all the way to the pulsating center of her sex. His tongue plunges in and out, dancing against hers as they share an exquisite, fervid kiss. The feeling is dizzying, and he pushes deeper and faster into her sex as she shudders.

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