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Girlfriend and I are at a friend's lake cabin. He offers his Sunfish sailboat to us and we take him up on it. I'm sailing this little two person craft and my gal is in the stern. The next thing I know my swim trunks are around my ankles and my girlfriend is swallowing my very stiff pecker.
I spy a power boat across the lake whose skipper recognizes me and my friend's sailboat. He plots a course directly for our sailboat with the intention of turning at the last moment and hitting us with his prop wash. I am torn between the realization that I should tell my girlfriend that we're about to get hit with a wall of water and the very intense pleasure she's giving me. As I watch the boat approach, that old familiar feeling begins to overtake me and I wonder if I can get off and still warn her that we're about to get wet (to say nothing of the possibility of capsizing).
As nature would have it I didn't say a word and as the boat turned leaving a wall of water to wash over our tiny craft, I exploded down her throat.
We broke up shortly after that incident...but man, could that girl give head.
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