Marina
The throbbing bass from the bonfire party pulsed like a second heartbeat across the dark beach.
It vibrated through the sand, mingling with the crash of waves and the desperate, drunken sounds of horny teenagers. Laughter dissolved into moans, clothes were half-torn off, c***s disappearing into wet, eager mouths or slick cunts under the flickering orange glow of firelight.
The air was thick with salt, sweat, cheap beer, and the raw, unmistakable musk of s*x.
Chase's hand was hot on my lower back, his fingers dipping low enough to graze the top of my ass crack through my tiny denim skirt. His c**k had been grinding against my thigh for the last hour—thick, insistent, leaking pre-c*m into his swim trunks while his eyes were glued to Gina.
My cousin was a vision of pure s*x goddes
