Skinny dippin'

Cherry’s soaking up some sun, but it’s getting too hot to handle. She heads for a cool dip when this stud catches sight of her and pipes up, offering that rock-solid cock of his instead. She grins, drops the plan, and wraps her hand around him. Nice and slow at first, teasing herself with the length. Then she squats, parts her lips, and takes every thick inch until her nose presses his abs. She bobs with wet, messy sounds, spit running down her chin, every gulp noisy. Her free hand squeezes her own tits, rolling a stiff nipple. He groans, hips pumping in little thrusts she gladly swallows. After a few minutes she stands, spins, bends at the waist and backs onto him. Her pussy slides down hard, and she rocks forward, fucking herself on that cock till her thighs shake and her juices drip down his balls. They swap places fast. She grabs his face, straddles him on the sand, slams down again while their skin slaps loud and sticky. She rides the shaft like she’s racing time, smacking her own ass every few pumps, cheeks jiggling. Around them, waves crash, people stroll by, but she keeps bouncing, moaning, taking every inch until her walls clamp, a deep quiver shudders through her, pussy pulsing around him. She grins, hops off, kneels, strokes him two quick jerks and finishes him straight between her tits. The creamy load drips down her stomach. She stands, gives his chest a playful slap, then heads straight for the sea anyway—now cool, wet, and still very, very satisfied.