One summer evening, a woman with dark skin and messy hair found herself walking along the beach. The sun had just set, leaving a warm glow on the horizon. She was lost in thought, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.
As she walked, she noticed a man sitting on the sand, watching the ocean. He had a rugged charm and a mischievous smile. She felt drawn to him and decided to approach.
“Hi,” she said, her voice soft. “Mind if I join you?”
The man looked up and his eyes lit up. “Of course not,” he said, patting the sand next to him.
They sat in silence for a while, watching the waves and listening to the sound of the sea. The woman felt a spark between them and leaned in, kissing the man gently. He responded eagerly, his hands reaching for her waist.
The kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. The woman moaned softly as the man’s hands moved up to her breasts, squeezing them gently. She arched her back, pressing her body against his.
The man’s fingers found the button of her shorts and undid it, sliding his hand inside. She was already wet, her pussy aching for his touch. He slipped a finger inside her, making her gasp.
She stood up and pulled off her shorts, standing before him in just her bikini bottoms. The man’s eyes widened as he took in her curves. She straddled him, grinding her hips against his cock.
He reached behind her and undid her bikini top, freeing her breasts. He leaned forward, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking gently. She moaned, her head falling back.
The man slid his fingers inside her again, making her wetter. She was ready for him now, aching for his cock. He stood up, lifting her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.
He carried her to the sand, laying her down gently. He pulled off his shorts and positioned himself above her. She reached down, guiding his cock inside her.
He started slow, teasing her with shallow thrusts. She moaned, urging him to go deeper. He obliged, his cock filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his back.
He started thrusting harder, their bodies slapping together. She moaned louder, her legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel herself getting close, her pussy clenching around his cock.
He reached down, rubbing her clit in circles. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He kept thrusting, chasing his own release.
With a final thrust, he came, filling her with his warmth. She moaned, her body still trembling from her own orgasm.
They lay there for a while, their bodies entwined. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was the only sound.
As the night grew darker, they got up and dressed, their bodies still humming with pleasure. They walked back to the shore, hand in hand.
The woman looked up at the stars, feeling a sense of contentment she hadn’t felt in a long time. She turned to the man and smiled, her dark skin glowing in the moonlight.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice soft.
The man smiled back, his eyes full of warmth. “No, thank you,” he said.
And with that, they walked off into the night, leaving the beach and their passionate encounter behind.
