I fucked my self on the beachh

The salty breeze whipped around her slender frame as the sun-kissed brunette ambled towards the nearly deserted shoreline. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and anticipation beneath the purple tint of her oversized sunglasses. The petite teen was clad in a skimpy pink bikini that hugged her pert breasts and toned bottom like a second skin. With each sway of her hips, the scant fabric danced enticingly.

She spread her beach towel on the warm sand, nestled between a cluster of moist rocks that provided a modicum of privacy from the few distant beachgoers. Settling herself cross-legged on the towel, the brunette took a deep breath, relishing the smell of the ocean air mingling with her own heady aroma of arousal.

A coy glance to either side confirmed she was far enough from prying eyes to indulge in the taboo pleasure she craved. Sliding a hand into her bikini bottom, the young vixen began to touch herself, drawing small circles around her clit. Her head lolled back as a moan escaped her lips, stifled by a knuckle pressed to her mouth.

Pleasure shot through her petite body as she parted her delicate folds, dipping a finger inside her tight channel. She could feel how wet she was, preparing herself for the ultimate self-love. Increasingly desperate, she shoved two fingers deep, pumping them in and out of her needy sex. Her other hand snuck up under her top to pinch and roll her small, sensitive nipples.

Lost in the throes of passion, the brunette began to rut against her own hand, grinding and bucking in shallow arcs. She needed more, needed to be filled completely by her own fingers. A third digit entered her tight virgin hole as her thumb mercilessly rubbed her clit. The squelching noises of her slick channel being stretched and filled echoed obscenely in her ears. Still she sought more stimulation, bringing her mouth to her bared tits and suckling her own tit, starving for any form of peak satisfaction.

Drunk on lust, the petite teen rocked her hips hard against her pumping hand, the heel of her palm slamming into her clit with each thrust. Flickering muscle contractions from her inner walls signaled her impending orgasm, growing stronger and closer as if a tidal wave about to break over her.

“Ohhh fuuuuck…” she whimpered, eyes scrunched tightly shut to focus all sensation inward. Her toes curled and legs stiffened. The flimsy fabric of her bikini was utterly soaked through with both ocean and her own copious juices.

With an explosion of sensation, the brunette came hard, keening and thrashing as ecstasy overtook her petite body. Throbbing walls spasmed around her deeply buried fingers. Clear honey dripped down her wrist and splattered obscenely onto the beach towel. Gasping for breath, she continued to frig herself through the aftershocks, refusing to let the high dissipate.

After an indeterminate amount of time solely focusing on her own pleasure, she finally emerged from her haze. Pulling her messy fingers from her well-used cunt, she giggled impishly at her debauched state. Lost track of all shame, the young minx scooped up some sand from the beach and used it to scrub her sensitive folds, hissing at the coarseness mixed with her overflowing excitement.

Rising unsteadily on wobbly legs, she waded into the frothy waves to bathe away the evidence of her illicit act. Shivering slightly from the cool water lapping at her bare skin, she submerges herself completely to rinse her thoroughly ravaged cunny.

Resurgent lust still burns through her veins as she walks back to her towel, mission unaccomplished, in dire need of more fulfillment. Her fingers resume their former position, edging closer to a second big O as she lays back, legs splayed open in wanton bliss. All thoughts of propriety are long gone, now just a horny slut chasing another intense mind-blowing climax.

The little vixen barely registers anymore. Too lost in unending carnal bliss. The rocking of her hips becomes more pronounced, undulations moving from her pelvis up her spine. Fucking into three fingers while the long of her thumb looks like it will leave her clit sore after this performance.

Little mewling cries into a fist attempt at containing her volume… Until another orgasm hits. Back arcing like a drawn bow as an electric current electrifies each nerve, a hedonistic roar which lasts for several seconds before tapering into smaller gasps.

She stays there for a good few minutes… Before going back under the covers. It’s not enough, she wants MORE and she needs the life changing release you’ll give her. Blue eyes staright forward as she waits anxiously for how you’ll choose to give her the orgasm she so desperately needs, so she can prove she’s good enough for you.