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“I’d like to do more than I’ve done in the past,” Anna whispered.

“How much more?” Liam asked.

“Could I use my mouth?”

He was halfway to nodding enthusiastically when he glanced toward his throbbing cock. Right. The ocean.

“I want to agree happily, but it’s—and I can’t believe I’m saying this—probably unpleasantly salty right now.”

“I know. That’s what this is for.”

Reaching behind her body, she picked up her water bottle. Liam blinked and said, “Oh. Fair enough.”

“Then… you’re alright with it?”

He stared at Anna glibly. “Annabelle Royce, if you ever ask a question like that again, I just might go tell Avril about it.”

Anna blushed. “I just want to establish consent.”

“You have it. Now, tomorrow, always.”

“Okay,” the beautiful woman said. Her eyes drifted toward the stiff object standing up halfway down his body, in disharmony from the rest of him. Anna flipped up her water bottle’s top, then sat up.

As was famously stated, cold water—and this was ice water—and an erection didn’t typically coincide with one another. Like a turtle hurrying back into its shell. That was usually how things went.

Today, Liam experienced an unusual but memorable break from that established norm. Anna gently tilted her water bottle, and the first trickle of clear, cold water poured itself onto the tip of his cock. Liam immediately sucked in a breath as it streamed down his erection, and Anna quickly ended the stream.

“It’s just sensitive,” he promised. “Not in a bad way.”

That was only mostly true. It didn’t hurt or anything, but it was a weird feeling, like how it felt strange to stick your hand into Jello as a kid on Halloween, having been told it was a brain. It wasn’t that it was unpleasant, just that it was unusual enough to invoke an adjacent response.

It stayed that way when, trusting him, Anna resumed her task. A slow waterfall of icy water chilled his cock, and it might have been enough to do what icy water liked to do to an erection. However, a new source of heat introduced itself to his cock.

Anna’s hand, warm, soft, and gentle, wrapped around his length. As the water streamed out, curling his toes with its gelid touch, her hand worked to spread it across his length and rid any lingering saltiness clinging to it before she took him into her mouth. In the classical battle of heat and cold, the former won out. With Anna’s warm palm gliding up and down his cock, he stayed erect. He remained eager for what was about to happen.

“It feels okay?” Anna asked.

“It’s an unusual combo, but your hand more than makes up for any discomfort.”

Anna blushed, nodded, and continued cleansing his cock. She stared at it intently, almost hungrily.Notalmost, actually. Though she didn’t rush, spending a good thirty seconds cleaning him up, she looked incredibly eager to dry him off with the second towel she’d brought along and move on to the task that had led her to isolate him from the rest.

“Avril… says that men always prefer a blowjob to a handjob,” Anna said. “Is that true?”

“Just about,” Liam said, resisting an urge to pry into whatotherthings she and Avril had talked about, as well aswhenthey’d started having such open conversations. “Though a bad blowjob is going to be worse than a bad handjob, I’d say.”

“I hope mine won’t be bad,” Anna said, suddenly looking concerned.

“Did Avril give you some tips on what to avoid?” He knew she must have. She was probably fully aware of her best friend’s plans. This had clearly been what she’d been alluding to earlier.

Face red, Anna nodded.

“Then I’m not worried. Obviously.” He lifted his head enough to nod at his cock. “The opposite, in fact.”

The stream of water ended. Anna placed her water bottle down, then grabbed the second towel. Warm cotton swaddled his cock, and Anna dried off both it and her hand. Some of the chilliness had seeped into him, where it now battled the warmth of the blood pounding through his veins. He wasn’t expecting Anna to add her name to the list of women who’d made him cum in six minutes, but that didn’t keep him from being thrilled about what was about to happen.

Once everything was dried up, Anna removed the towel. The sun quickly began helping warm his manhood back up, even as Anna delayed things a little.

“You’ll say if it’s not good, please?”

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