Chapter 13: Flooding Tides and Lingering Echoes

Thrusting with urgent fury, my hips hammering home like rogue waves slapping the rock as Elena’s walls ripped wantonly around my cock.

The flame of the bonfire bellowed, bolder from the shadows, salt air mingled with smoke and our joined secrets sharpening each spasm, her heady musk and marine brine, the weight of their haze drowned my scruples.

Surely there must be strong bodies to support this type of yield, her yoga-yielding yields bending and flexing, her wide hips heaving with the fire’s tide, the bark of the tree scraping her back, the slow salivation of the spritzing surf.

Guilt eclipsed salvation in deluges, Mia’s nonsense echoing from out-of-sight, her mini peaks curling into this territorial victory, but Elena’s bliss recaptured ex’s exclusions, inciting envious eros afflicted eternal, her heart wrenched in entranced cascade.

“Come inside me my strong man ... fill Mommy,” she gasped, voice velvet, trifling with taboos, guilty and guiding as her nails dig into my ass, signaling the release.

Her generous breasts swelled beneath the clinging sundress, swellings summoning sirens as they heaved with each breath, nipples erect endpoints brimming in the firelight’s flicker, scars seductive sets etching her curves like sea-etched tales.

I dove further, a raw entry geyser in successive curves of friction, my throbbing cock tore asunder her bubbling core as walls wrenched through every inch in tidal pulls, effusive sweat slick and streaming around us.

Our hips hammered like waves crashing, the meaty thwaps echoing with the sizzling embers popping like preludes to our deafening pops, shadows dashing over shivers as flames outlined our frantic endgames.

Her innate black intimacies, dark curls a textured testament to raw output, brushed my base with every frantic flex, hirsuteness a haptic harmony exacerbating the unrefined over the refined, her curve a magnetic catch in my furious wave-winds.

Sensory symphony filled out: sounds of slaps matching spasms, her gasps drawing down grips to gushes as distant surf tipped witness; whiffs of sweat-salted smoke shrouding the two of us, her musky high rise mounding mid-muse like a briny nectar, bittering it, briskly bitten; tastes of lip-trailing to lingual longing, knowing-kissing to the teeth-teasing-thing, which I recalled as candied creamy; strokes of thrusts’ thermal vibrations, veil-hatching haptic highs, as skins blew in spasms; views veiled in vice, hips heaving in heated haze, unions undulating until opportunity, the amber glow glazed to the grips.