One warm evening when the humidity was warm in the air, Isabella and Markus sat on the sand, gazing out across the sea. With the moonlight shining down from the night's sky, the reflection shone on the calm surface of the ocean.
"Why are you sometimes like that?" Markus wondered out loud.
"Like what?" Isabella asked.
"Cold and then lovable and kind and sweet like you've been the last few weeks with me," he replied. He turned his head to his right to look at her.
"I hadn't always been that way," she said sadly. "I had been in a bad relationship with someone and so I find it hard to trust anyone." Isabella turned to look at him and her heart fluttered.
"I'm sorry to hear that, babe, really. I understand why you were cold at first now. You can trust me, I promise I won't hurt you." Markus caressed her left cheek with his right hand and stared deeply into her eyes. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
Isabella grinned at him then pushed him back on the sand and straddled him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, laughing.
She didn't answer him; she just lowered her lips down to his bare chest and lowered down to his member that started to grow with excitement of some sexy fun. Isabella's mouth covered the whole tip of his dick, making him gasp pleasurably then moved in a quicker pace. He came quickly, spurting out his juices inside her mouth, which she spitted out.