The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the sandy shore. A warm breeze danced around the two lovers, their bodies flushed with the day’s heat and their desire for each other.
“God, you’re beautiful,” murmured Antonio, brushing a stray lock of hair from Melania’s face. His fingers traced the curve of her cheek before gently pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, exploring each other with fervor.
Melania’s hands wandered down Antonio’s chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his tanned skin. She reached for the button of his shorts, her fingers trembling with anticipation. With a smirk, she released the button and slid the zipper down, freeing his hard cock.
Antonio groaned as Melania’s hand wrapped around his shaft, her fingers barely able to encircle him. She began to stroke him slowly, her thumb swirling over the tip of his cock, spreading the bead of precum that had formed.
“Fuck, Melania,” Antonio gasped, breaking their kiss. He trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling at her earlobe and causing her to shiver. His hands found her breasts, cupping them and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bikini.
Melania’s breath hitched as Antonio’s fingers pinched her nipples, sending waves of pleasure straight to her core. She sank to her knees before him, her eyes locked on his cock. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of salt and musk on her tongue as she took him into her mouth.
Antonio’s head fell back, a low moan escaping his lips as Melania’s mouth enveloped him. She swirled her tongue around his shaft, her lips sliding up and down in a steady rhythm. Her fingers played with his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
“Oh, fuck, Melania,” Antonio groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she sucked him deeper into her throat.
Melania’s own pleasure built as she serviced Antonio, her clit throbbing with need. She reached down, sliding her fingers beneath the damp fabric of her bikini bottom. She moaned around his cock as she began to stroke herself, her fingers slick with her arousal.
Antonio’s balls tightened, signaling his impending release. Melania felt him swell in her mouth, his hips thrusting forward as he came. She swallowed him down, her own orgasm crashing over her as she continued to stroke herself.
As their breathing returned to normal, Melania looked up at Antonio, a satisfied smile on her lips. “I think we’ve made quite the scene,” she whispered, gesturing to the few people still on the beach, watching them with wide eyes.
Antonio chuckled, helping Melania to her feet. “I think you’re right,” he said, pulling her into a deep kiss. “But I don’t think I care.”
