They held hands as they walked along the beach under the moon after dinner. With each step on the uneven sand, she was reminded of the cherry between her labia being held in place by her thong. When they finally reached the hotel, they scoped out the lobby bar but did not see anyone stop and chat with so hopped in the elevator. Once in the room, she slipped off her shoes and stood at the foot of the bed, waiting. He undressed and approached her, lifting her dress over her head and slowly seated her on the oversized chair. She was under his control, and she complied as he posed her, laying her back, one arm over her head and her hand on her belly. He propped up and crossed her legs, tilting her chin up and away from him. He stepped back and took a few pictures.
Next, he slipped off her red boy shorts and plucked the cherry out from between her lips. Kissing her and holding the cherry he gave her instructions. Placing the cherry between her teeth, she was to hold it there until she came at which point she could bite into it and taste the both of them as she shook and shivered. He trailed his tongue over her body, up her neck, down her legs, teasing her. He sucked her toes one by one and then kissed his way up her leg to her hand and sucked on those fingers. His hands played with her nipples and her body trembled underneath him. It seemed like hours had passed and she had waited for him for so long when he finally pressed his tongue against her clit. She gasped as he flicked it back and forth, twisting her nipples between his fingertips and coaxing her to climax. She bucked and writhed underneath him and noticed a little squirt of cherry juice in her mouth before she loosened the pressure of her teeth.