It's easy for her to find her way beneath your cotton shirt. A shiver of pleasure dances up your spine at the contact; you deepen your assault on her mouth, growling appreciatively at the sensation of her hips against your stiffening cock. Your fingers tighten in her hair as your other hand searches for her skin, desperate to cup that ass. Gods, you could fucking eat her up right here on the sand. The crowds, the watchers, you don't give a shit. You're a teenager all over again, but with the experienced confidence of an adult. A truly delicious combination.
So what keeps you from throwing her onto the ground? The simple fact that you have, in fact, fucked on the beach before- and that sand does get in some very unfortunate places if you aren't careful. Trailing kisses down her neck you grumble agreement against her skin. "There's trees nearby. Grass. If you can wait that long."
The real problem with this plan is that you're just not sure if you'll be able to move far enough away from her curves to successfully walk that far.
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
