Cruzing on the Danube

Valentina Cruz hooked a rich stud this summer. Tall, clean-cut, swimming in cash and living like tomorrow didn't exist. She wasn't looking to trap the guy—fuck that. She just wanted to ride the wave and enjoy the ride while it lasted. One afternoon he had her on his speedboat, wind ripping across the water, waves slapping the hull. She waited till they hit that quiet stretch between the riverbanks, then she slid her skirt up, climbed onto his lap, and took him in like a deal on the table. Her hips moved steady. He gripped the wheel with one hand and her ass with the other. Every bump in the current pushed her down harder, his thick cock burying deep with each jolt. She rode him hard, making little gasps every time the boat rocked under them, fucking him on the open water while the sun beat down and the speedboat carried them nowhere in particular.