I seduced a street vendor to fuck hard with me on the beach in Cartagena

The sun beat down on Cartagena’s beach, sand sticky between my toes, but my gaze was fixed on the vendor shuffling his cart. I sauntered over, hips swinging, and grabbed a churro, licking the sugar off my fingers slowly, watching his eyes follow my tongue. “You like what you see?” I purred, leaning in. He swallowed hard, his cock already stirring in his shorts. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as I stepped closer, my breath hot on his ear. “I want you to fuck me hard, right here,” I whispered, gripping his wrist and pulling him towards the water. The waves lapped at our feet as I turned around, bending over, gripping his cock, squeezing it hard. “Put it in,” I demanded, and he didn’t need to be told twice. He rammed into me, his hands digging into my hips, pulling me back onto him. The water splashed around us as he pounded into me, his grunts mixing with the sound of the sea. I reached down, rubbing my clit furiously, moaning as the pleasure built. “Harder,” I screamed, and he complied, his cock slamming into me, filling me completely. The sun bore down on us, our bodies slick with sweat and saltwater, as we fucked wildly on the beach. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, ready to explode, and I turned around, dropping to my knees, sucking him deep into my throat, gagging on his thick cock. He came hard, his cum shooting down my throat, and I swallowed every last drop, licking my lips as I stood up, leaving him panting on the sand.

I stalked towards the vendor like a lioness, his eyes wide with surprise as I grabbed his shirt, pulling him close. “You think you can just sell your shit on this beach without giving me something in return?” I growled, my hand snaking down to grip his cock. He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as I stroked him through his shorts. “I want you to fuck me, right here, right now,” I demanded, pushing him back against his cart. He fumbled with his shorts, pulling out his thick cock, and I wasted no time, straddling him, impaling myself on his length. I rode him hard, my tits bouncing in his face, his mouth latching onto my nipples, sucking and biting. The cart rocked beneath us, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the air. I could feel his cock hitting that spot deep inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I leaned back, changing the angle, and he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, and I smiled, leaning down to kiss him, my tongue exploring his mouth. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, ready to explode, and I reached down, rubbing my clit, moaning as the pleasure built. He came with a roar, his cum filling me, and I rode out his orgasm, my own body shaking with release. I climbed off him, turning to the camera, licking my lips, my body glistening with sweat.