The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as the beach began to empty. Among the scattered towels and forgotten sandals, **Lena**, a petite 18-year-old with sun-kissed skin and messy hair, lingered, lost in the rhythm of the waves. **Marcus**, a tall, muscular lifeguard with a day’s stubble, watched her from afar, his eyes tracing the curves of her body beneath her damp bikini.
Marcus approached her, his footsteps sinking into the sand. “You’re still here,” he said, his voice low and husky. Lena looked up, her eyes meeting his, and she felt a jolt of electricity.
“Couldn’t resist the view,” she replied, her gaze flickering to the ocean before returning to him.
Marcus smiled, sitting down beside her. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he murmured, his fingers brushing against hers. Lena felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart pounding in her chest.
Their eyes locked, and Marcus leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a hungry kiss. Lena moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. Their tongues danced together, exploring, tasting, as the sound of the waves crashed around them.
Marcus’s hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips, her waist, her breasts. He pulled away from the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and sucking at her skin. Lena gasped, her head falling back, her body arching towards him.
He slipped a hand beneath her bikini top, his fingers finding her nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. Lena cried out, her hips bucking against him. “Marcus, yes,” she panted, her hands gripping his shoulders.
He pushed her down onto the sand, his body covering hers. His hands slipped beneath her bikini bottoms, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He teased her clit, rubbing and circling it, making her moan and writhe beneath him.
“Marcus, please,” she begged, her hips lifting off the ground. He smiled against her skin, his fingers slipping inside her, stretching and preparing her. She gasped, her nails digging into his back, her body trembling with need.
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and ready. He rubbed the tip against her wet folds, teasing her, making her whimper. “Please, Marcus, I need you,” she begged, her hips bucking against him.
He slid into her slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely. Lena cried out, her body stretching to accommodate him. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Lena moaned, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust, her body on fire.
“Harder, Marcus, harder,” she panted, her nails digging into his back. He obliged, his hips slamming against hers, his cock pounding into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, mingling with their moans and gasps.
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding deep inside her. Lena cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock pounding into her.
“Faster, Marcus, faster,” she begged, her body trembling with need. He obliged, his hips slamming against hers, his cock pounding into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, mingling with their moans and gasps.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing and circling it, making her moan and writhe beneath him. “Marcus, yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her body trembling on the edge of orgasm.
He felt her pussy clench around his cock, her body trembling with release. He groaned, his hips slamming against hers, his cock pounding into her. He felt his own release building, his body trembling with need. He pulled out, his cock spurting hot cum onto her back, his body trembling with pleasure.
Lena collapsed onto the sand, her body trembling with aftershocks. Marcus lay beside her, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in sync with the rhythm of the waves.
