| Hanging down so that the erect nipples were dragging in the sand with each powerful thrust. Her eyes clamped shut as her lips drew back in a primal expression of lust. Tishara had dug her fingers into the wet sand as water splashed between their legs. She threw her head back and Ashton grabbed a tangled mass of her thick black hair. Her hands emerged from the sand as water washed them off. With her left hand, she reached around and grabbed his full ass. Her right hand alternated between rubbing her clit and massaging his balls. Without a ... |