It has always been a heartfelt fantasy. Just the two creatures alone on a island, with not a single pony within miles. With the bright sun, the warm ocean, and the smooth sand, thoughts of passionate love-making turn from a offhand thought to an urge too massive to ignore. Soon, the lust would overtake the two, but they would let it control them. Let it control their bodies as they enjoyed the experience from the backseat. A simple kiss would evolve into a full-on tongue battle, and it would not stop there.

Their bodies would be so close together as if they were fused. They would strip off their swimwear with great force, even vowing to never wear a single piece of clothing anymore. Their fingers would dance around each other's bodies as if it were a waltz at a gala. And when the two creatures were ready, they would give in to their primitive urges and make love for what seemed like hours. They would make love as if there was nothing else for them.

It had always been a fantasy for Barb, too.

Barb is over 18.

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