The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting golden hues across the pristine beach. Among the scattered sunbathers, Layla, a petite 18-year-old with messy, windswept hair, lay atop a towel, her olive skin glistening with sun oil. Her top was off, revealing her firm, perky breasts, the nipples hardened by the gentle sea breeze.
Nearby, Karim, a tall, muscular man with dark, wavy hair, watched her with keen interest. He had noticed her earlier, her laughter echoing over the waves, her eyes sparkling like the Mediterranean. He approached, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space beside her.
Layla looked up, her dark eyes meeting his. A slow smile spread across her lips. “Only if you promise not to burn,” she teased.
Karim chuckled, lying down beside her. “I’ve got some sun oil if you need any help,” he offered, holding up the bottle.
Layla raised an eyebrow. “You offering, or just being polite?”
Karim grinned. “A bit of both.”
She handed him the bottle, lying back as he poured the cool liquid onto her stomach. His hands were warm as they spread the oil, his touch lingering, sending shivers down her spine. He massaged her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, making them even harder.
Layla moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed. “Mmm, that feels good.”
Karim leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring, tasting. He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling her earlobe, his hand slipping between her legs. He found her clit, rubbing it gently, making her gasp.
“Karim, yes, right there,” she panted, her hips bucking against his hand.
He smiled against her skin, his fingers working magic. He moved down, his tongue replacing his fingers, licking her clit, making her moan loudly. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, fucking her with his fingers as he sucked her clit.
“Karim, oh, Karim,” she cried, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
He stood, quickly shedding his shorts, his cock hard and ready. He lay back, pulling her on top of him. She straddled him, her wet pussy sliding onto his cock. She rode him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.
“Faster, Layla, fuck me faster,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips.
She obeyed, her pace quickening, her moans growing louder. He sat up, capturing her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her. He flipped her onto her back, pounding into her, his cock hitting her G-spot with each thrust.
“Harder, Karim, harder,” she screamed, her nails digging into his back.
He obliged, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. He felt his orgasm building, his cock twitching inside her. He pulled out, his cum spraying onto her stomach. She lay there, panting, her body glistening with sweat and cum.
Karim collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. They lay there, their bodies entwined, the sound of the waves lulling them into a contented sleep.
