Chapter 12: Surging Depths and Creamy Unions

Elena’s hand was clawing around my throbbing cock greedily, firm and guiding as I angled to her slick entrance, reared up above the bonfire blaze in darkness bolder now.

Salt air tasted of smoke and of us.

A secret sharpened into a blade with each breath.

Her musk and marine brine was a sticky horror dressed up half as ridiculous as it drowned my doubts, her back arching against the tree bark, one instant biting her skin again with a smidge of another salivation, that of the surf that sprayed from a better distance.

Blue dress hiked up again and forgotten to expose dark curls of her mound, dewy, a haptic harmony to dish out honest hunger over honed illusion of decades.

“Hook it in, darling,” she murmured, voice velvet, venomous, with all the warmth of a mother’s molten gaze, gaze galvanized and sharing, isolation becoming sugary sovereignty as she sauntered the length yet again, thumb patting the head where pre-cum steamed like sea foam beneath flame, Mia’s mendacity mocked from mind, guilt skirmishing with salivation, conjuring empty entries twisting into this torrential torrent, ex exclusions and evanescent eros elicited by Elena’s urgings, blurring baselines into boundless bliss.

My cock’s shaft taut and throbbing, tendons tottering, tip tickling outer lips slick and salty from beckoning teases, walls waiting like a saline sanctuary pulsing with promise.

She pulled me in close, hips reeling like high seas, aligned raw root with languid lover, my hard warping home to her heat, the blunt head tugging her, filling inch by inch as I burrowed all slow tender intrusions detonating in deft equations of friction, depths grinning over it, her pussy clenching it in wanting warmth and effusion, the luscious argument coating my hard in hot slicks that seeped sultrily down.

I groaned out a sound charting my appetite, her cut scars, hungry scripts against my hip as I sank deeper, the hairy bush of her mound nipping my base like dashing mortals from the sea.