French amateur couple is having a kinky funk on the beach

The sun beat down on the sand, warming the flesh of the couple sprawled out on a grimy beach towel. She, with her pale skin and yellow bikini bottoms, was already flushed from the heat and the liquor sloshing in her veins. He, a burly brute with hands like shovels, began to paw at her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh. She giggled, swatting him away half-heartedly, but he just grinned, a nasty glint in his eye. He forced her legs apart, his calloused hands rough against her smooth skin. He leaned down, his breath hot on her inner thigh, and bit down hard, leaving a mark. She yelped, but the sound was swallowed by the crashing waves. His tongue traced a wet path up her thigh, dipping into the crease where her leg met her cunt. He inhaled deeply, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Fuck, you smell like salt and sin,” he muttered, before diving in, his tongue lapping at her slit, tasting the tang of her arousal mixed with the ocean’s brine. She bucked against his mouth, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. He slipped a thick finger inside her, then another, fucking her with his hand while his tongue circled her clit. She moaned, her body writhing, her hips grinding against his face. He looked up at her, his chin glossy with her juices, and grinned. “You like that, don’t you, you filthy slut?” he taunted, before redoubling his efforts, his fingers pounding into her, his tongue working her clit like a fucking machine. Her body tensed, her back arching off the towel, as she came with a cry, her cunt flooding his face with her release.

He sat back, his face slick with her juices, and licked his lips. She looked at him, her eyes glazed, her chest heaving. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, veiny cock. She licked her lips, reaching out for him, but he batted her hand away. “Not yet, you greedy bitch,” he growled. He jerked himself off, his hand moving in a blur, his eyes locked onto her face. She watched him, her breath coming in short gasps, her hand slipping between her legs, her fingers rubbing her swollen clit. He groaned, his hand moving faster, his cock throbbing. She moaned, her body tensing, her orgasm ripping through her. He roared, his cock pulsing, hot cum spurting onto her stomach, mixing with the sand and the sea water. He collapsed onto the towel, his chest heaving, his cock still hard. She looked at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She dipped her fingers into the cum on her stomach, then brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean. “Mmm,” she purred, “salty and sinful, just like you promised.” He grabbed her roughly, pulling her onto him, his cock sliding into her easily, her cunt still wet and ready. And the sun beat down, their bodies moving in sync, the sound of their fucking drowned out by the roar of the sea.