<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/d6/2da3d61bf38669bf9f5e67be37d833be.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Red Beard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=251193.msg12416681#msg12416681)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Captain's quarters<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Angelo<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>The wind picks up 15 to 20 mph,  with a squall line of clouds rolling in and gusts that buffet the sails with 30 to 40 mph blasts.   The roll of the ship now bouncing more pronouncing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The back and forth lurching of the ship.  As it rolled upon the deep wakes of rolling turbulent waters stirring.    Would be one concern and reason for what comes next.    Just as the spittle of semen that caresses her tongue.   She pull back, her mouth sliding off his cock.  Letting now what seem the chill air of the cabin to blast across his throbbing cock.   As the heat of her hot temptress mouth  pulled away.<br/><br/>Angelica rises and steps back as she beckons him with outstretch hands.   Taking steps backward towards the bed.<br/><br/>"I think master Angelo I am still way to dress.   What do you think?<br/><br/>She say in teasing provocation.   Like a siren upon the rocks.   Beckoning to him with forbidden delights.<br/><br/>Angelica so wanted to feel him in that moment.   Yet the excitement of wanting to be undressed, at least her ruffle skirt and bloomers.   But more importantly the pitch of the ship.  It has grown stronger.   It cause her to flush with excitement.  As how that pitch would help and how deep he get with his strokes.   Because in this moment to her they were not separated by station of rank aboard the ship.   But man and woman aroused and in need of becoming one.