“This is a private beach a common friend of us owns,” I explain as we sit down next to each other on the blanket, “While the owner’s away on v...acation he said we could use it. There’s nobody around for miles except you and me.” I wink and pull out the beer bottle, and two glasses from the basket. The sound of water gently lapping at the sand.Pouring the beer, I look out into the sunset and inhale the scent of your perfume mixed with the fresh ocean air. The temperature is just right, the ocean. I come, hard, screaming, but it’s just the start. Another cock presses against my bumhole. It’s dirty, depraved, unspeakably wicked. It’s exactly what I need right now, what the monster in me needs. He has gotten the hint, and he pushes his lubed cock inside without pause. My voice breaks. I’m delirious with pleasure. The start to move, and like well-acquainted dancers, we easily fall into a rhythm. Another cock touches my lips and welcome it, twirling my tongue around it, sucking it in deeply.. ‘FUCK…pull…my…hair…I…love…that…’ she hissed as I slammed deeper into her pussy, bottoming out inside of her as I felt her wall starting to put the squeeze on my dick again. ‘I bet you do, you little slut,’ I teased her as I pushed my dick up against her cervix one last time and felt her start to cum on my dick as she threw her head back and went limp under me as I grabbed a hold of her hips again and gave her one last thrust of my hips before blasting my load deep into her pussy again.. Laurel hesitated at the passenger door, wondering if this was really a good idea, but though he was a bit creepy, he seemed too quiet and preppy to be dangerous. As she opened the door and got in, he turned to her and said, ‘My name is Lawrence by the way.’ ‘Lawrence—Oh! Larry! Claire mentioned you to me already.’ He frowned slightly. ‘Please. I detest being called Larry. It sounds like a balding middle-aged man, which I may be someday, but am not yet. Thank God, or I’d never have a chance.