They stumbled down the shore blood, coming at net to a secluded cove, dependable from the prying eyes of the several beach gowers that stumbled up and down the coast on a sunny July weekend. They had been touching and caressing each other for hours, their warmth mounting as the sun climbed in the sky. Thomas More than once they had gotten a dirty feeling from another beach gower that seemed to say `` get a room '' and he regretted that they had ever left the hotel room that day, but she looked so good in her Bikini that it would simply have got been a ignominy not to picture it off.

He got a sickish kind of pleasure from the drooling envy flavour that painted former guy rope faces when they saw her on his arm. If she was considered on a scale of 1 to 10 then she was an 11 at least. He had no idea why she was so in love with him.

They explored the cove and discovered that it was quite empty, the absorb rock paries effectively filtered out all of the audio from the penny-pinching by beach, for all that they could distinguish they might have been the solitary people in the world.

With a lusty facial expression she stripped her swimsuit off, a single deft gesture exposing her pert chest to the late afternoon sun. Another picture of her balance sent her bikini bottoms to join her top on the nearby grit, leaving her standing exposed like a beautiful Venus, all that was missing was the outsized buck shell.

He stripped off his swimming costume, sending it to the beach to join hers, almost tripping in his haste to fall in her in nudity. She chuckled at his plight. His cock stood out boldly, proclaiming his interest in her. All sentiment about the risk of being caught out in the open had fled the second she had stood bare before him. She dropped to her knee, taking his prick in her helping hand she slid the put up member into her back talk. He groaned loudly as her tongue darted against the tender peel at the head of his shaft. She smiled and enveloped Sir Thomas More of his stopcock into her. promptly darting motions nearly brought their fun to a untimely end as he almost filled the inside of her mouth with his cum. He never got over how safe she was at giving head, it boarded on the mythical, he swore she could probably suck a golf game musket ball through a garden hose. She continued her work, eliciting to a greater extent moans and groans of joy from him. The sound of the Wave crashing on the shore drowned out the wet auditory sensation of her mouth on his cock.

When he found that he could withdraw no more he pushed her off of him, pulling her up into a passionate embracement, their brim meeting, the salty taste of his precum on her tongue as it darted into his mouth. He pulled her body against his and his turncock pressed up between them, protesting at being pinned in such tight quarters. The backsheesh of her breasts pushed against his torso and continued to ignite the fires of his heat. He pushed her down onto all fours, pressing her shoulder down into the sand so that her ass and cunt was displayed in front of him.

He could see the pink flesh exposed and waiting for him and he could tell that she was exceptionally wet, indicating how excited she was. He lined his cock up and pressed his swollen fellow member into the tight folds of her waiting vagina, she moaned loudly as he forced it all the way inside. He slowly worked his way up, sliding in and out of her, each driving force faster and severely than the one before it. She pressed back against him each sentence he pushed forward, her hips meeting his and magnifying the force-out of his thrust. She bucked and shook like an animal in oestrus, desprate for every driving force of his cock.

He pulled his pecker out of her, eliciting a disappointed moan. He slid the head word of his cock through the outer folds of her pussy, teasing her before slamming it back inside of her again. He repeated this pattern several times, taking joy in the disappointed noises she made when he removed his cock, as well as the deeply satisfied noises she made when he slammed it back inside of her.

pushing her back down again he buried his nerve between the cheeks of her ass, seeking the tender form of her sopping wet pussy. He could taste the sweet salty nectar that flowed from her kitty. He gripped her hips and pulled her pussy more forcefully against his face. He savored the gustatory perception and the feel of her excitement. Again she bucked and writhed under his touch, begging him to eat her snatch. He felt the shudder go through her body as she orgasmed, collapsing against the sandy shore.

He rolled her over on her back, spreading her legs and spreading the backtalk of her twat. He slid the distance of his cock between her lips, gathering her wet on his tip and eliciting a groan for her as he teased her.

She begged him to thrash his cock back inside of her, to join them together again, her articulation husky with desire and luxuria. He obliged her, sliding his pecker inside the tight and tender folds of her vagina. She groaned again, more than loudly this fourth dimension, and her pelvis lifted off the primer to meet his jab. She writhed and squirmed trying to envelop more of his turncock inside of her. He worked his way into a subroutine, each time sliding his cock nearly out of her plastered yap before slamming it back in, sinking rich inside of her. As he progressed each poke came faster than the go, his footstep increasing. He could feel his orgasm approaching, his body unable to stand firm her spell. He thrilled at the little sounds she made, her center and long since rolled back into the back of her head, she was lost in a mankind of her own private delight as her organic structure reacted to the invasion of his stiff cock inside of her.

He quickly reached the point where he could no longer defy. His tempo increased as his desire took complete control of him. He pulled her body tight against him, surrendering his carefully designed subprogram to his carnal passion. His orgasm came upon him all in a rush, a sense of blowup as his pecker expelled his cum inside of her. He held her body close against him, his hips and ass twitch as the waves of cum filled her. He collapsed on top of her, his passion expired in a rush that took most of his energy with it, leaving him fill but drained. He rolled onto his English, taking her consistency with him and keeping her pulled against him.

They lay on the beach, basking in the ulterior good afternoon sun that filled their flaxen hideaway. The sounds of the sea licking on the shoring line was all that disturbed the silence of the cove and they quickly surrendered to slumber .