The beach

Ass in the air, sand digging into her hands and knees all Rachel could do was moan. The man behind her absolute beast, his thick cock ramming into her with a abandon, forcing her slit to stretch and accommodate him.

Each thrust sent her forward, threatening to dislodge her from the wonderful friction, but his hands, anchored on her waist, always pulled her back. Impaling her on his dick, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. Coating his cock with her juices. The squelching, slapping sounds his movements made audible despite the sound of the waves.

A warm hand pushed at the arch of her back, and she fell forward, tasting sand in her mouth, but she did not care. The new angle did things to her, his hands spanking her ass cheeks with him in her. Making her feel just how big he was, reducing her to a puddle arousal, dipping all over the sand. She came with a shout, tasting sand and the back of her throat. But he still was not done, he kept going, his brutal pace not slowing. He wrung a second orgasm from her moments after the first. Her insides twisting in on themselves, fingers making grooves in the sand, her mind a shattered mess, driven wild by the climax. Then all she could do was just lay there, floating in a blissful state as she felt him pound away at her cunt. He came with shout, collapsing on top of her, boneless and heavy. But Rachel did not have the energy to push him off, so they stayed as they were. Sweaty bodies stuck together on the beach.