Holiday Public Naughty Things ( No Sound )
Public Indiscretions: A Naughty Escapade on the Sandy Shores
The sun-baked sand scorched the soles of Trisha’s feet as she sauntered towards the shoreline, her hips swaying seductively with each step. The ravenous gazes of beachgoers followed her curves, drinking in the tantalizing display of tanned skin barely contained by her skimpy bikini. Trisha smirked, relishing the attention. She was on holiday, and her naughty side was in full effect.
Reaching the water’s edge, Trisha waded in, gasping at the refreshing coolness as it lapped at her thighs. She dove beneath the surface, letting the salty waves crash over her as she swam, freeing her inhibitions along with her breasts. Emerging moments later, Trisha shook out her wet blonde locks and sauntered back to her towel, the thick white fabric clinging obscenely to her curvaceous body.
A group of young, topless college guys caught her eye, their rippling physiques a mouth-watering sight. Boldly, Trisha closed the distance between them, her eyes locking onto the leader as she spoke. The group laughed heartily at Trisha’s flirtatious quip, and she smiled enigmatically before turning and walking away.
Heart pounding with anticipation, Trisha chose a secluded spot near a rock formation and settled onto her towel. With pointed casualness, she began to apply suntan lotion to her glistening body, savoring the way it slid over her heated skin. Her eyes flicked to the group of hotties who now openly gawked, their expressions of undisguised desire only fueling her growing arousal.
Lubricated by her own moisture, Trisha’s wandering hand slid along her inner thigh, her fingers trailing higher and higher as she bit her plump lower lip. A telltale moan threatened to slip out, but she stifled it, too turned on to stop her daring self-pleasure. Inch by delectable inch, Trisha teased apart her delicate folds, her hips rising off the towel as she worked her sensitive bud. Her eyes fluttered shut in rapture, until a glint of light caught her attention.
Trisha cocked one eye open to see a lone figure leaning against the rocks, his hand stroking his sizable bulge. Locking eyes with the stranger, her fingers quickened, and she dropped her other hand to squeeze a heaving tit, pinching her nipple as lust consumed her. Another desperate moan erupted from Trisha’s throat, echoing off the rocks as she frantically fingered herself, spelling out her desire for the tasty stranger.
Reaching her peak, Trisha tightened her hold on her breast, pulling at the pink bud and crying out as a hard orgasm crashed through her. Her free hand flew to her pussy, shoving two fingers deep as her hips bucked wildly. The pulsing waves of ecstasy seemed to go on forever, leaving Trisha a panting, mottled-flushed mess on the towel.
As the last delicious tremors subsided, Trisha hazily surveyed her surroundings, a naughty smile curling her swollen lips. She couldn’t wait to see what other delicious trouble she could get up to on holliday…
