How the dots connected and how the managed to get to this particular point were of absolutely no importance to Adrian. The point was that he was enjoying the moment and if the sounds that were coming from Angelina were any indication... she was enjoying it just as much as he was. He'd even have the marks to prove it, marks he was going to bear proudly. Who would have thought... well he had thought more than once or twice. Then again he inevitably imagined shagging just about every attractive person he met at one point or another. But Johnson, Spinnet and Bell... those were a trio of doom that he was always certain would rather see his dick lopped off then inside of them. Of course that made him want to see it happen more then he ought to. And now, now he could check one off the box.
And for a Ginger loving milf... it was a pretty damn good box to check off.
Angelina rolled off to the side as Adrian's chest was shiny no longer with the water they'd been in, but with the best sort of perspiration. His chest rose and fell heavily as his head slowly rolled to the side and he watched her profile. He really liked the way her lower lip curved and he wanted to- what? She was asking him a question. Adrian blinked and did his best to focus. After sex chats had never been his specialty.
Under any other circumstances Adrian wouldn't have said a word. He'd have told her it was some lesson about how he clearly didn't have enough sex in life and the island was helping him with that. But instead when his mouth opened something else entirely different happened. "It's done an excellent job of reminding me of what a colossal failure I am. Orgasms aside." He managed to add the joke but the rest was a complete bit of horror. His head turned upright quickly, staring back up at the sky as he concentrated on his breathing. "Bullshite right, I'm the picture of success." he continued sarcastically.