🌶️38 | ☕Sex On The BeachLiterally ☕ #2
Atlas growled against her soaked folds, thrusting his fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot within. Anya's breath hitched as he curled them slightly, rubbing relentlessly.
She came undone with a scream, squirming wildly under Atlas' oral assault. He continued devouring her quivering pussy, making sure she rode every last wave of ecstasy.
Atlas lifted his head, licking his glistening lips as he stared intently at Anya. "That was beautiful," he signed with satisfaction. He reached down to unbuckle his pants, never taking his eyes off hers.
With a urgent but deliberate movement, Atlas lifted the fabric, the soft material sliding down her skin like water.
His touch was slow, reverent, as though he was savouring every inch of her, every moment that brought them closer.
Anya's heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability flooding through her.
Without words, he reached behind her, his hands moving with a gentle urgency as he unclipped her bra.
Atlas freed himself from his pants, his huge member swaying heavily. Anya's eyes dropped, widening in surprise at the sight of him. He grinned, pushing her legs further apart with his knees.
Atlas swiftly aligned his aching tip with her pulsing core, then he drove in forcefully, penetrating her deeply with one fierce motion.
Anya's tight channel stretched obscenely around Atlas' girth, her back arched off the sand as she took his punishing pace.
His hands gripped her thighs roughly, prying her open even wider.
He withdrew almost entirely before driving into Anya again, groaning at how her pussy gripped him so tightly. He grunted and signed simultaneously, "You feel amazing, love."
Anya arched her back, allowing Atlas deeper access as he pistoned into her.
Their bodies slapped together each time he bottomed out, creating a symphony of animalistic sounds with the crashing waves behind them.
Atlas withdrew from Anya, making her gasp in surprise and frustration.
Before she could protest, he flipped her over onto her stomach and yanked her hips up, leaving her ass exposed to the moonlight.
He brought his hand down sharply across Anya's cheek, leaving a reddened print on her pale flesh.
She yelped in shock, glaring back at him defiantly despite being fully exposed and vulnerable.
Atlas pulled his hand away again, administering another sharp slap.
Anya's fluids flowed down her inner thighs as she wriggled, desiring—no, craving—more.
He grinned wickedly, admiring the deep blush spreading across both cheeks of Anya's ass.
He spanked her once more, tracing lines down her spine with his fingernails.
Atlas lined up his throbbing cock with Anya's opening, slicking it through her folds before spearing into her wet pussy in one fluid movement. He groaned, feeling Anya's pussy contract around him like a vice. He flexed his hips, drawing nearly out of her before slamming back in hard.
Anya's breasts swayed loosely beneath her, gliding over the gentle sand with each push from Atlas. Groans reverberated around them, absorbed by the remote cries of seagulls calling from above.
Atlas pounded into Anya ceaselessly, his hips striking her clit with every forceful push. He reached over to caress her swaying breasts, gently pinching her firm nipples with his thumb and index finger.
Anya pushed herself up on shaky arms, rising to meet Atlas' potent thrusts. Her moans turned into desperate pleas for release, drowned out by the waves crashing nearby. "Oh god... Oh god, Atlas...!"
Atlas leaned forward, pushing Anya flat onto the sand. His lips found the sensitive skin on her shoulder, kissing and nibbling as he ground into her mercilessly. He snarled in approval, giving one final pump before roaring out his release.
Thick ropes of semen splashed inside Anya's quaking cunt as he buried himself balls-deep. Anya's orgasm was instantaneous and overwhelming, stars exploding behind her eyelids as Atlas' seed flooded her insatiable core.
As the knot of Atlas throbbed within Anya, binding them together, he fell onto her back. His warm breath swept over her moist skin, sending a wave of post-orgasmic ecstasy through her quivering body. He turned them onto their sides, wrapping around Anya in a protective manner.
Atlas rolled them onto their sides, spooning protectively around Anya as he peppered kisses along her jawline while his hands roaming over her heaving breasts possessively.
Anya sighed contentedly, nestling closer to Atlas as they lay entangled on the sandy shore. "My God, that was incredible," she breathed, turning her head slightly to press a soft kiss onto his chest.
Atlas' heart raced intensely against Anya's cheek as she lifted her head to gaze at him. "Unbelievable?That wasn't just amazing; it was absolutely phenomenal," he signed, flexing his hips to emphasize his point.
Anya's eyes sparkled with amusement as she gazed up at Atlas, waiting for him to respond. He signed, "You know what I mean, love. It was..."
A small, tender smile graced his lips as he raised his hands and signed, "Shall we get cleaned up?" His deep eyes sparkled with unspoken affection.
Anya nodded, though her legs trembled beneath her.
A quiet laugh escaped her as she steadied herself on wobbly feet, warmth still coursing through her.
Before she could say anything, Atlas grabbed his shirt from the edge of the bed and slipped it over her head.
The fabric draped over her small frame, drowning her in his scent—clean, crisp, and undeniably him.
While she adjusted the oversized shirt, Atlas busied himself cleaning up their little mess with efficient movements. He stole glances at her, amusement flickering in his gaze as she fought to stay upright. When he was done, he turned back to her, shaking his head with an affectionate sigh.
Atlas smirked as he watched Anya struggle to stay upright. Shaking his head in amusement, he caught her gaze and signed, "You're not making it far like that, princess." His expression was teasing, his eyes glinting with affection.
Before she could even attempt a response, he crouched slightly and effortlessly scooped her into his arms. A small gasp left her lips before she giggled, instinctively curling against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing contrast to the distant crash of the waves.
Atlas chuckled silently, adjusting his hold to cradle her closer. As he turned toward the shore, he lifted one hand briefly from her back to sign, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."The motion was fluid, gentle—filled with the same quiet warmth that always lingered between them.