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cock, I nuzzled the side of his neck. The moment his hand returned to my breast I knew he had the rubber in place. While I was pleased that he had thought of protection before I had to say anything to him about it, it wasn’t long before my thoughts strayed to the purely physical.
    Without even waiting for him to say anything, I lowered myself onto his cock.
    I was wet and his cock slid into my pussy easily, even with the condom. In a matter of moments, he had filled me. Oh my God, I had never felt such exquisite sensations. I press myself down further, trying to make my clitoris rub up against his nest of curls. He filled me completely, stretching me to my limit. Slowly, his hips began to rock. I stopped him.
    “No, you’ll hurt your back,” I gasped. “Let me do it.”
    He stared up at me, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth. Balancing my body weight on the sand on either side of the shoulders, I began to lift myself up, and then slowly lowered myself onto his thick, throbbing cock. He hissed every time I did so, giving me an odd sense of power and control. He was at my mercy. I grew bolder. His hands returned to my breasts, pushing my bra up above them, rubbing his palms against my nipples and then tweaking them gently with his fingertips. I wanted more than anything to have his mouth on my nipple, but in order to do so, I would probably lose my grasp on his penis.
    I took my time; up and down, up and down, slowly, and then I shifted my position slightly, adjusting the placement of my knees and lowering myself even further onto his cock. I couldn’t believe he filled me so completely, to the point where I felt him at the pit of my stomach, although I knew that certainly wasn’t possible.
    I began to slowly gyrate in a circular motion, eliciting a deep groan from the center of his chest. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I grew even bolder. I rocked my hips faster, lifting myself up and then lowering myself harder, more forcefully. At the bottom of each motion, I rotated my hips, pumped twice fast, and then lifted myself up again.
    I bit back my own groans as his cock slid so easily up and down. I clenched my pelvic floor muscles tighter, trying to grasp a more firm hold on his cock, but pretty soon my own emotions took control and I began to pump faster, harder, the gyrations becoming more frequent. He lay perfectly still beneath me, and before long, I panted with exertion, passion, and an increasing sense that I was going to orgasm quickly. I wasn’t disappointed.
    In a matter of seconds, I felt the waves building to a crescendo. My muscles tightened around him even more. He groaned and gritted his teeth, gave one solid pump with his hips, and I was tipped over the precipice. I pressed myself down onto his cock, rubbing my clitoris against his own pubis, gasping as the waves of pleasure washed over me as steadily as the ocean waves slapped at the beach. Seconds later I felt him climax. My muscles clenched in a steady pulsing, overwhelming burst of pleasure, and we both rode the waves of ecstasy until the pulsations decreased in intensity.
    Exhausted yet still holding his cock inside me, I fell forward onto his chest, cushioning my body weight with my forearms as I nestled my head into the crook of his shoulder. I heard his breath in my ear. As soon as my heart rate decreased a bit, I moved myself up, back onto my hands, still with his penis trapped in my pussy. I gazed down at him while he looked up at me, a small smile on his lips.
    “Well,” he said, the smile growing wider.
    “Well indeed,” I agreed. Slowly, and watching as I did so, I slid myself upward until he fell out of me. He quickly removed the condom and tucked it under the corner of the blanket. I merely lifted my eyebrow.
    “Not to worry, I’ll take care of it,” he grinned.
    As I rolled onto my side, I glanced down at his still engorged cock, its thick elongated veins and velvety surface glistening with semen. Neither