Thinking how much Jane enjoys her taste and smell Margaret decides she's going to give her one more fluid to enjoy during their fun time.
"Jane finds it hot that Margaret sprays 4 times the average amount of fluids from her boobs during orgasm while she's pregnant."
This time nothing happens. Margaret looks under the shirt and sees crusted white residue around her nipples but since she came a while ago there really isn't any more than that as a sign of her new bodily function. She does notice a bunch of used tissues which weren't there.
She gives her boobs a light squeeze feeling them strangely loose.
The car pulls into an empty parking and stops by a very tall fence with vibrant but chipped blue paint bathed in the warm glow of late afternoon sun.
"Oh god finally! It felt like a year long drive." Jane hits her head against headrest with a sigh of relief.
Margaret pokes her as they both unbuckle their seat belts. Jane with a lighting speed gets out, and runs to the side opening the doors for her girlfriend. Then she proceeds to grab a bunch of their heavier stuff as Margaret is left holding a basket with towels and toiletries.
Margaret takes a key out and opens the door with minimal give, making sure to hold it open for Jane. They lock it behind them and start along stone path towards an elevated wooden house. The sound of ocean is getting louder as do the cries of seagulls. Jane takes a deep whiff of air and says "I can't tell if it's the ocean or if you squirted more but either way I love this smell."
"Don't ruin the mood" Margaret says as she looks worryingly around but she can't see any other people in this enclosed area.
"I'm setting it. It's not like anyone can hear us with the roaring sea and it's a private area either way. We could fuck right here like animals and no-one would ever know."
"What about boats, Jane? Someone could swim past us."
"Apparently the whole area around is owned by the beach house rental company, including the water space. So legally no-one is allowed here and either way it's getting late and I doubt someone would risk getting lost in the dark just to spy on the only rented house a week before the first planned arrivals."
"How did you manage to rent it again?"
"Luck and tits for days."
"Of course."
They now climb the sandy stairs, the waves softly crashing no more than a hundred feet away.
Margaret puts the key in the lock and looks around again at the tall walls around them sheepishly before asking "...do you want to leave this stuff at home and do it?"
"Oh god do I ever."