Anal Sex On The Beach

Spent my summer partying through Ibiza and Nacho Vidal became my go-to smut guide. He rented a boat, pointed us toward this empty scrap of shoreline nobody else reached, then started stripping. That cock of his? Absolute madhouse. Curved like someone flipped a honker and swapped it for dick—full-on upside-down, gonzo-style shaft. Never seen one like it. The hook hit everything inside me that matters and some that don’t. I exploded, sprayed, soaked the beach towel under me, legs shaking, body just blasting liquid. After that he flipped me again, spit on the pucker, and slammed straight into my ass like he owned the lease. No gentler-for-short-dick guy nonsense; he barreled in hard, kept the pace mean and steady until my thighs quivered every time his balls slapped the mess I’d already squirted everywhere. Twisted compliment the whole time too—told me I looked pretty taking dick in both holes like the perfect dirt-mouthed fucktoy. Checked out at golden hour with an ass that felt torn open and a grin bigger than the wreck itself.