Jack hauled the last cod onto the deck, his hands slick with slime and salt. The boat rocked under their feet as Lena stripped off her oilskin jacket, her tits bouncing free in the cold air. "Fuck me right here," she said, voice rough from the wind. "I want your cock while the fish flop around us."
He didn't waste time. Jack shoved her against the rail, yanking her jeans down to her knees. Her ass was pale and firm, the cold making her nipples tight. He spit on his fingers and shoved two inside her cunt without warning, feeling her clench hot and wet around him. Lena moaned, pushing back, her pussy already dripping.
"Harder, you bastard," she growled. Jack freed his cock, thick and veined, and slammed into her in one thrust. The boat creaked. Cod thrashed in the net beside them, scales flashing. He fucked her raw, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit with every drive. Her juices ran down his shaft, mixing with seawater.
Lena reached back and grabbed his balls, squeezing just shy of pain. "Fill me up, Jack. I want your load leaking out while you gut those fish." He grunted, pounding deeper, the wet sounds of their fucking cutting through the waves. Her cunt gripped him like a fist, pulsing as she came, screaming his name into the empty sea.
Jack didn't slow. He pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees on the slick deck. Lena opened wide and took his cock to the root, gagging as he fucked her throat. Saliva and pre-cum ran down her chin onto the cod at their feet. When he came, he pulled back just enough to paint her tongue and tits, thick ropes of cum mixing with the fish slime.
She swallowed what she could, then licked him clean while the boat drifted. Jack hauled her up, kissed her hard, tasting himself and salt. They stayed tangled like that until the sun dropped, the cod still twitching around their boots, the air thick with the smell of sex and the sea.
