Beach, Drinks, Sex; Summer 22 [F28/M32]

“Master, come take me for a ride—I crave your touch all over me. I promise it’ll be absolutely unforgettable.” Attached was a photo of her sprawled seductively on the sand, barely contained by her scandalously tiny black bikini, squeezing her bare tits together, lips parted provocatively, eyes filled with daring invitation.

Her message alone sent heat rushing through me. I quickly threw on a tight t-shirt, shorts, and grabbed my spare helmet. I found her waiting on PCH, thumb provocatively extended, looking utterly irresistible. “You certainly enjoy making me wait, don’t you, Master?” she teased, slipping on the helmet and pressing herself firmly against my back.

“I fancy some naughty photos before we find a pub,” she purred, sliding her hands around my waist as we rode. She demanded we stop along the beach, boldly stripping topless for seductive snaps on the bike, shooting me a wicked smile before pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss.

“That’s perfect, Master. Now, let’s find somewhere fun,” she murmured breathlessly.

She spotted a beachside bar, excitement flashing in her eyes. “There, Master. I want you between my legs before the sun sets.”

We walked onto the soft sand, her hips rolling sensuously as she adjusted her bikini bottoms provocatively. Choosing a seat close to the waves, she leaned close, whispering seductively, “Wait here—I’ll fetch our margaritas.”

Returning with our drinks, she moved with hypnotic grace, hips swaying deliberately. Settling onto my lap, she pressed her arse firmly against my cock, sipping her drink as she teased me with slow, deliberate movements.

She turned slowly, brushing her full tits against my chest as she boldly straddled me. Her eyes smoldered with intense desire. “Master, I have a terribly wicked idea,” she whispered, grinding her hips suggestively. “Enjoy your margarita just as much as you’re going to enjoy me.”

I grabbed her arse, spreading her cheeks until the thin fabric disappeared. Her soft skin burned beneath my touch, eliciting a sensual gasp as she arched into me, her nipples hardening immediately. “Oh, Master,” she whimpered, hips grinding desperately, “I need to feel your cock deep inside me.”

“Not yet,” I teased, leisurely sipping my drink. “I want another margarita first.”

She groaned softly, increasing her sensual grinding. “Master, your cock is all I crave.”

Dragging the chilled glass across her nipples, I watched them stiffen beautifully. “Stay still, and perhaps I’ll reward you.” Sliding her bikini aside, I released my cock, allowing her wetness to glide slowly along my shaft as she sank onto me.

Biting my shoulder to muffle a moan, she breathed heatedly, “Master, can you feel me? Can you feel how incredibly wet I am, throbbing against you, soaking your cock?”

As another round arrived, I whispered firmly, “Be a good girl.” I lifted her gently, teasing her opening with my tip before slowly burying myself deep within her. She shuddered, moaning deeply, her body quivering around me.

“Oh, God, Master—it’s perfect,” she gasped.

“Don’t move,” I commanded.

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered obediently, trembling with desire. I sipped slowly, relishing every moment of the exquisite tension between us.

“Oh bloody hell, Master,” she moaned, her body clenching tightly around me. “You’re stretching me so exquisitely—I can feel every delicious inch of you.”

Slowly rocking, she murmured seductively, “Master, feel my filthy little cunt gripping you, pulsing, taking every inch.”

She lifted herself teasingly, letting my swollen tip slide along her slick folds. “Look how thick you are, Master,” she breathed sensually, deliberately grinding herself against me.

“Master, your cock’s splitting me wide open,” she whispered huskily, moving her hips rhythmically. “I adore feeling myself stretched around your thick shaft.”

Softly moaning, she continued breathlessly, “I love how deeply you fill me, Master—so deep, hitting every sensitive spot inside.”

Taking another sip, I traced the cold glass slowly over her heated skin. “One drink left,” I teased gently.

Her eyes darkened, voice thick with desire. “Master, I need more—I want you to fuck me senseless.”

Finishing my drink, our gazes locked intensely. “Me too, love—again and again, uninterrupted, all night long.”

Slowly lifting herself, she watched hungrily as my cock slid free, glistening from her wetness. “Fuck, Master—your cock is magnificent. I need to taste every inch of it.”

She lowered herself again, squeezing tightly around me. “Mmm, you’re so thick,” she moaned breathlessly. “I love feeling you stretch me wide, Master.”

She pumped urgently several times before I finally lifted her off. Breathless, she purred provocatively, “Fuck yes, Master. Ride this perfect arse even harder and faster once we get home.”

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