Handjob on the nude beach! hope nobody saw us! [Exhibitionists]

The sand is hot as fuck, burning the soles of my feet as we scramble down to the water’s edge, hearts pounding like drums in our chests. The beach is mostly empty, just a few sunbathers in the distance, oblivious to our dirty plans. She turns to me, her sunglasses reflecting the brutal sun, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She drops her towel, revealing her naked body, tits already glistening with sweat. “Someone might see,” she whispers, but her eyes are begging for it, craving the thrill of exhibitionism. She pushes me down onto the sand, straddling my waist, her pussy lips grazing my hard cock. She leans down, her breath hot in my ear. “Stroke me,” she commands, grabbing my hand and wrapping it around my throbbing shaft. I start to jerk off, my eyes locked on her swaying tits, her nipples hard as pebbles. She moans softly, grinding against me, her juices dripping onto my stomach. The risk of getting caught heightens every sensation, every touch, every dirty word whispered between us. Her hand joins mine, both of us jerking me off in unison, our breaths ragged and desperate. The waves crash against the shore, drowning out our filthy moans, as we edge closer to the brink, hoping, praying that no one saw us.

I can feel her eyes on me, watching my every movement as I stroke my cock, the sun beating down on our naked bodies. She licks her lips, her tongue tracing the curve of her mouth, driving me wild. “Faster,” she urges, her voice a low growl. I comply, my hand moving in a blur, the friction almost too much to bear. She reaches out, her fingers digging into my thighs, leaving marks on my skin. “Cum for me,” she demands, her voice laced with lust. I can feel it building, the pressure in my balls, the tension in my muscles. I grunt, a low, guttural sound, as I explode, my cum shooting out in hot, sticky ropes, landing on her tits, her stomach, her thighs. She laughs, a sound of pure joy and satisfaction, as she runs her fingers through the mess, spreading it across her skin. We lay there, panting and spent, the adrenaline of our forbidden act coursing through our veins. The beach is still mostly empty, but the risk, the thrill of it all, makes it all the more exhilarating.