"Oh... oh... um... don't do that... no, stop... not like this... um..." He was kissing my soft lips, his full tongue gently brushing against mine whenever I tried to speak. He was truly skilled—at first glance, a master of seduction. He continued to lap at my teeth and lips with his tender tongue, then gradually entwined his tongue with mine. I was utterly enchanted by the depth of his kisses; a steady stream of water flowed from both upper and lower mouths—some of it cascaded into his mouth, while the rest glistened along his buttocks and thighs. Without thinking, I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders. He kept lightly stroking my shoulders and triceps—a gesture I had never seen before in any of my male partners. Never before had I felt so intensely aroused, as though I were in a state of passionate desire, yearning to be intimately connected with him, to truly belong to him. I needed him—his strong body, his presence—but my rational self resisted, still gripping my thighs and struggling against the tide. Yet he was already attuned to my excitement. His large hands pressed firmly on my hips, gently spreading them apart from behind, massaging my rectum. My anal passage had become thoroughly damp. "Ah... don't touch it yet, please—I can't bear it!" I broke away from his kiss, rubbing myself against him and smearing the flowing water onto his hands. Seeing that I was now completely soaked, he became even more excited. He lifted me, turning me face-up so that I sat upon him, my legs pressed tightly against his. Finally separated and balanced across his thighs, he slipped off his pale sand-colored pants, revealing a well-defined erection nestled against his strong abdomen. As he gently pushed forward with both hands, my vagina immediately pressed firmly against the shaft of his penis—spurting a surge of wetness that soaked its surface. I could hardly contain myself... He was completely still now, his penis nearly brushing against my breasts. I longed to be penetrated by this substantial body, yet my hands kept beating at him, urging me to move away. Yet my lower body involuntarily began rubbing up and down the length of his shaft, gently stroking my clitoris in rhythm. I tried to savor every moment of pleasure. One hand held firmly against my back, while the other grasped one of my full, rounded breasts; the other two nipples were tucked softly into his mouth, where his tongue danced in gentle circles and lightly teased them. My own agile tongue kept exploring, delicately brushing each sensitive point. With three distinct zones simultaneously stimulated—my lips, my breasts, and my clitoris—I forgot all sense of embarrassment. I had never imagined such a pure form of intercourse before. All I ever wanted was to be forcefully inserted. I now moved with eager urgency, constantly rubbing my body against his shaft, then... The birds of pleasure arrived at the core of my mind...