Perceus leaned down lower. "Then I'll make sure you feel'em all night!!" He teased down as she felt him latch onto her breast.
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The next evening, they were on the Nook's Ferry to the Cupid Isles, a island that once was only traveled to by a small airplane service, but had diversified to cruises and ships too. The resort of local houses and special cabins, practically a village or town instead of a mere resort ground slowly came into veiw on the horizon. Perceus was standing at the tip of the ship, wearing a festive summer shirt, covered in pineapples and palm trees, a set of black sunglasses on his head..and squeezed into the speedo that Cleo got him. Bright blue, and he felt like he was a bad wave away from flopping out of it. But. Cleo was happy ...very very happy, so he would endure as long as she remained as such.