Fucking Under the Sea, Part 1 – We Almost Got Caught by a Group of Divers! [Extreme]

The water is cold, the pressure intense, but the thrill of being caught is even more intoxicating. I’m down here, sixty feet beneath the surface, my wetsuit hugging every curve, my cock rock hard in the tight neoprene. She’s floating in front of me, her face mask fogged up from the heavy breathing, her mouth open in a silent scream as I ram my dick into her pussy, the buoyancy making her weightless, making her vulnerable. I can see the bubbles escaping from her mouth, mixing with the ones from my regulator, a cloud of evidence rising to the surface. Her legs are wrapped around my waist, her flippers digging into my back, urging me deeper, harder. The saltwater stings my eyes, but I can’t look away from her tits, bouncing in her own wetsuit, the nipples hard, begging to be sucked. I reach down, yank her suit aside, and clamp my mouth onto her flesh, sucking hard, marking her. She moans, the sound muffled by the water, but I feel it in my bones. I know we’re taking a risk, that a group of divers could swim by at any moment, but the danger only heightens the fuck. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, her body tensing as she nears her orgasm. I grab her ass, pull her closer, and thrust harder, faster, until she’s convulsing in my arms, her body shaking with the force of her release. I follow soon after, my cock pulsing, filling her with my cum, the warmth a stark contrast to the cold water surrounding us.

I can hear the faint hum of their boat engines above, the distant chatter of the divers, but all I can focus on is the way her body feels against mine, the way her pussy grips my cock like a vice. I know we should stop, that we’re pushing our luck, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when her legs are wrapped around me, not when her mouth is on mine, not when her body is begging for more. I spin her around, press her against the coral, and pound into her from behind. The rough surface scrapes against her skin, leaving red marks, but she doesn’t complain. Instead, she pushes back against me, meeting every thrust, matching my rhythm. I can see the divers now, their silhouettes dark against the bright surface, and I know they’re getting closer. But I don’t stop. I can’t. Not when her body is so close to the edge, not when my own release is so near. I reach around, rub her clit, and she shatters, her body convulsing, her pussy milking my cock. I follow soon after, my body shaking, my cock pulsing, filling her with my cum. We float there, entangled, our bodies spent, our hearts racing, as the divers swim past, oblivious to the filthy fuck fest happening beneath them.