Mofos – Carter Cruise beach hotel is the place where the greatest anal fuck takes place! [Beach]

The sun scorches my back as I lie there, sprawled on the sand, my bikini bottoms yanked down to my thighs. Carter Cruise, her knees dug into the beach towel, leans over me, her fingers slick with lube, probing my asshole. “Relax, bitch,” she whispers, pushing a finger in, making me gasp. She works it in and out, stretching me, her other hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re tight as fuck,” she grunts, adding another finger, scissoring them. I can feel every ridge, every vein as she fucks me with her fingers, the saltwater lapping at our feet, the distant laughter of tourists a stark contrast to the filthy scene unfolding. She leans down, her tongue in my ear. “Ready for the real thing?” she growls, positioning herself behind me, her cock—strapped on tight, veiny and throbbing—pressing against my hole.

I grunt as she pushes in, slow and steady, her hips rolling as she feeds her fake cock into my ass. The beach hotel looms in the background, a silent witness to our debauchery. She starts to fuck me, her hips slapping against my ass, the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh echoing in the open air. Her hands roam my back, my sides, gripping my tits hard, pinching my nipples. The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending jolts of electricity through my body. She leans over me, her breath hot on my neck, her hips never stopping their relentless pace. “Feel that cock in your ass?” she whispers, her voice a low growl. “That’s what you get for being a dirty little slut on the beach.” Her words send shivers down my spine, her hips picking up speed, her cock hitting that sweet spot inside me, making me see stars. The world around us fades away, leaving just the two of us, lost in a world of raw, unadulterated fucking.