The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the Indonesian beach in hues of gold and crimson. The waves lapped gently against the shore, their rhythm a seductive whisper. Amidst this paradise, a petite woman with a pixie haircut of curly, dark hair stood, her eyes closed, savoring the warm breeze.
Her name was Lina, and she was 18, a local artist who found solace in the sea’s embrace. She had come to this secluded cove to paint the sunset, but her thoughts were interrupted by the approach of a tall, tanned stranger. His name was Marco, a traveler who had been drawn to the beach by the promise of its beauty.
Marco’s eyes were fixed on Lina, her petite frame and the way her sundress clung to her curves. He approached her, his steps slow and deliberate. “That’s a beautiful spot you’ve found,” he said, his voice low and smooth.
Lina opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. There was something in his eyes that made her heart race. “It’s my favorite place,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Marco smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, gently tucking a stray curl behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing the line of her jaw. Lina’s breath hitched, her body responding to his touch.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss. Lina melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Their tongues met, dancing and exploring, as the sun dipped lower, casting them in a warm, golden glow.
Marco’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the small of her back. He pulled her closer, his erection pressing against her stomach. Lina gasped, her body aching with desire.
He guided her to the sand, laying her down gently. His lips trailed kisses down her neck, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Lina moaned, her body arching towards him.
Marco’s hands slid up her dress, his fingers finding the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Lina’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with anticipation.
He spread her legs gently, his fingers finding her wet, eager pussy. He teased her clit, his fingers circling and pressing, drawing moans of pleasure from her lips. “Yes, Marco,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
He leaned down, his tongue replacing his fingers. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar. Lina cried out, her hands gripping his hair, her body writhing beneath him.
Marco’s cock was hard and ready, aching to be inside her. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. Lina’s eyes were wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He entered her slowly, inch by inch, her tight pussy stretching to accommodate him. Lina moaned, her body arching towards him, her nails digging into his back. “Yes, Marco,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. “Fuck me.”
Marco began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Lina’s moans filled the air, her body writhing beneath him, her hips meeting his thrusts. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the cove, mingling with the sound of the waves.
Marco’s thrusts grew faster, harder, his cock pounding into her. Lina’s moans grew louder, her body trembling on the edge of orgasm. “Yes, Marco,” she gasped, her voice breathless. “Faster, harder.”
Marco obliged, his hips slamming against hers, his cock pounding into her. Lina’s body tensed, her back arching, her nails digging into his back. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pleasure.
Marco’s own release was not far behind. He thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing, his cum spilling into her. He collapsed onto her, his body spent, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. The sun had set, the stars beginning to twinkle in the night sky. Lina looked up at Marco, her eyes soft, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Marco smiled, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “That was incredible,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Lina smiled back, her body still aching with desire. “It was,” she agreed, her voice soft. “But I think we’re just getting started.”
