It's not just the wind that blows on the beach

from lionscage

It's not just the wind that blows on the beach Finally arrived in paradise - sand, sun, sea and us. The water cooled us down, but his touch made me hot. We frolicked in the waves, shared salty kisses, his strong hands grabbed me, his gaze made me tremble. "We've finally arrived," he whispered in my ear - and I was wet, but not from the sea. As soon as I got back to our little beach cove, I knew: Now I want to taste him. Behind our tent, hidden and yet so close to the road, I dropped to my knees. His hand grabbed my hair, his hard cock slid between my lips. Deep, hot, demanding - I loved tasting him, driving him closer to the edge with every stroke. His moans got deeper, his grip tighter. Then the moment: A hot gush that filled my throat, saltier than the sea. I swallowed greedily, looked up at him - breathless, charged, horny. We grinned.