As Daphne's body slid over Orion's, the large sailor man could feel the excitement that was taking over the young female's body. He did not mean to be sadistic: in reality, he knew that the longer the foreplay would last, the longer her memories about that moment would be. As her first man, Orion wanted to make sure that those memories would last forever and would surpass anything that Eirene might have made in the past. He had already felt the overreaction of females at the rough tough of his calloused hands, at the grip on her hair, at the harsh manipulation of their bodies. Daphne was no different of any other woman, no matter what her past with another woman had been.<br/><br/>Daphne's passion was going out of control as Orion felt the barrage of kissing and scratching taking over his body. His large erection was rubbing between her thighs, feeling compressed from time to time, but still out of the "right place". In order to buy some more that - the friction of their bodies was making Orion to grow too excited once more, he used his right leg to engulf between her both thighs and then he felt the wetness: it was not the salt water from the sea, but that blessed liquid coming from her depths, signaling that the female maid was ready to be deflowered.<br/><br/>Without asking whether she was comfortable or not, Orion grabbed her waistline and rolled her to the side. Her back was now laying on the hard rock bed, feeling the salt water running under the small cleavages. His body was now working as an umbrella, protecting her from the spraying water when the waves hit that stone, not far from where the couple was. With his two hands, Orion pinned her beloved wife's wrists on the rock as gentally as possible and raised his torso, allowing Daphne to see his washboard abs and beyond them, his impressive mast.<br/><br/>Orion leaned closer to her right earlobe, licked the waves and whispered with a panting voice.<strong>"Are you ready for me?"</strong>