When I was a housewife, nobody ever railed me so hard. I waited for you. I knew you were coming. I knew the best fuck of my life hadn’t happened yet. And here you are. You look like Billy Crudup in Almost Famous and that makes me drip for you. Literally. I looked at your dick pic while brushing my teeth, and I felt my cum crawling down my thigh. It happened so fast, but I sent you a picture. And you were already on your way to see me. I’m so glad I’m single now, and I met you. You’re so beautiful, and I’m comfortable around you because I’m my most comfortable when I cum three times in a row. And I always do with you. On your cock, in your mouth, while you’re watching me squirm on a towel in case I squirt harder than I thought I would. But we’re taking the towels with us this time, to the beach, and I don’t know if I can make it because I’m so fucking horny for you. I can feel my pussy getting wet in my $8 cherry bikini. We should’ve fucked before leaving. We have a tent, though. But I’m so horny, I would fuck you in the Venice Beach public toilets which is so fucking disgusting, and that makes me wetter. Spit in my mouth while I sit on the metal toilet seat. Take you in my mouth. You wanna see me pull my cheap bikini to the side, pissing, while I choke on you. We didn’t even know we were into that, never done that before, but in the Venice Beach public toilets, the dirtier the better. I’m just fantasizing as you find a parking spot. It’s a Monday, so it’s not busy and doesn’t take long, thank god. Because I don’t actually, IRL, wanna fuck in the Venice Beach public toilets, and we need to set up the tent immediately. I’m going to fuck you so hard.
I don’t think this tent is allowed on the beach. Someone could come up and tell us to take it down. As you go down. Someone could see our silhouettes, sun-induced porn playing on the side of our tent like an outdoor screening of the best of Pornhub. I don’t care, though. I want you inside me. I brought my little bullet vibrator in my beach bag. A little bit of watermelon tanning oil got on it, and I suck it off, watching your cock move in your cut-off cords. We hate to be those people, but we have to play music on a bluetooth speaker. Your cock makes me so loud, and I think the tourists would rather hear Pet Sounds and some of Smiley Smile (not the vegetables song or the song about going bald). I want you to watch me get myself off in my bikini bottoms. Want you to watch me squirt in them. You think nobody’s ever had a better day at the beach than the one we’re about to have. You kiss me hard and deep as the sound of my vibrator is masked by “Wouldn’t It Be Nice.” Fuck, your tongue in my mouth could make me cum by itself. You stroke your cock as you watch me. “This is so fucking hot,” you whisper as you push a sandy hair out of my face. I know it is. I know how hot I must look in my string bikini, squirming in our shady tent on Venice Beach. My mouth opened, panting, My body sweaty and oiled as my back arches and my thighs shake. I think I’m squirting. You’re watching the crotch of my bikini fill up with cum, dripping out the sides. You can’t wait to lick it off me. You pull my bottoms to the side, and lick. Your tongue is hot and warm, and it feels so good lapping me up. It feels like fucking sunshine. Like summer. I pull you up to me, I want to taste my fresh cum from your lips before you keep going. You spit me in my mouth, and it’s so much better than my fantasy about the public toilets. I taste so good coming out of your perfect mouth.
You keep licking me, putting two fingers deep inside of me while you do it. You find my g-spot every fucking time. I don’t know how you do it. It always feels so good that I’m torn between letting you continue and wanting your cock inside me. I always want your cock inside me. I can’t fucking resist that moment when you put it inside my pussy for the first time. How you let me guide it in with my hand. How it sometimes takes a few thrusts to get inside me because I’m so tight for you. How you look at me looking at you when you do it. How I gasp when your cock is all the way in my pussy, filling me up. How we move together, you saying, “you’re such a good girl,” in my ear. Almost so quietly, so breathlessly, that I can’t hear you over Brian Wilson. But I can always hear you call me a “good girl,” it’s a fucking siren song to me. And I eventually cum every time. Fuck. The way when you thrust into me, I fall into you, and you go deeper and deeper, and I wanna drown in your cum. I want you to cum, please cum for me. Please, please, please. Cum on my stomach. Cum in my hair. Cum in my mouth. Cum on my ass. Cum inside me. Cum everywhere you fucking can. We’ll wash off what we don’t lick up in the ocean.
I lay next to you, my face covered in your cum, as we take a nap on the beach. I love beach days.
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