I will fuck you and you will moan loudly with pleasure
The crimson light from the setting sun painted the horizon in hues of orange and red, casting long shadows across the empty beach. A lone figure emerged from the surf, droplets of saltwater glistening on her tanned skin. Allana tossed her wet hair back, sauntering up the sand dunes with a seductive sway of her hips. She was an exotic beauty, with full pouty lips, dangerous curves that strained against her tiny red bikini, and smoldering emerald eyes that promised untold pleasures.
Allana spotted her latest conquest – Ben – sprawled out on a beach towel, his tanned abs glistening with tanning oil. She approached him slowly, making sure to give him an eyeful of her ample cleavage as she adjusted the tiny strings of her bikini top. “Looking good, tiger,” she purred, settling onto the towel beside him. “I’ll be damned. If ain’t the finest shore hottie this side of the Savannas. Fancy some wet ‘n wild company?” Her eyes roved over his muscular form appreciatively.
Ben swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He’d been watching her approach, his pulse quickening with every step. There was something about Allana that drove men wild – a potent mix of beauty, sensuality and raw animal magnetism. “I…uh…I’m actually waiting for my girlfriend,” he stammered feebly, though her crawling onto his towel hadn’t escaped his attention.
Allana just laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made Ben’s loins stir. “Oh, honey. That kitten ain’t got no claim on you, leastwise not here and now.” She leaned in, her bare breasts brushing against his arm as she whispered in his ear. “Real women gotta teach you the ways of the world.” Her hot breath sent shivers down his spine.
Ben gulped, feeling light-headed and dizzy as her hands roamed across his chest, avoiding his straining cock in his swim trunks. “I don’t…I mean, I shouldn’t… She’s going to be back any minute…” But Allana wasn’t listening. She grabbed his hand in her own and guided it to one of her pert breasts, giving him a brazen taste of what was to come.
Allana sighed in pleasure as Ben’s fingers shyly touched and squeezed. Her reward was to feel him growing hard against her thigh. The small knot of fear and guilt about his girlfriend quickly slipped away as he gave in to the growing need between them.
The greedy fingers of the dollar bills drank deeply from the bottle of liqueur, astringent alcohol sealed tight inside. A jimson smile coasted across her feline face, full red lips drawn back in wicked awe. The alien yellow dominoes of her eyes glowed with wicked intent. “Feels good, don’t it baby? I got a special kinda fuck in mind for a randy young buck like you.”
Every nerve seemed electrified as Allana worked her magic – her breasts pushing hard against him, her vulgar words in his ear, her nimble fingers stroking tantalizingly at his girth, the lewd words she spoke in a cadence – am I fucking turning you on? Then you better turn me on too because you’re about to feel the power of my pussy friends! Turn into what? The expletive of the millennia a few yards away on this minuscule speck among the grains of Maldives that Allana is with her bare eyelids tightly spaced round her emerald eyes and large smiling mouth, relaxed back on her hand-blown plush all-summah pillow.
