The sun beats down on Cindy’s sweat-slicked skin as she kneels in the sand, her plush thighs pressed together to keep her balance. The ocean breeze does little to cool the heat between her legs—not when your thick cock is buried inside her, stretching her open with every deep, deliberate thrust.

Her phone is pressed to her ear, the screen displaying Hubby in bold letters. She’s biting her lip so hard it’s turning white, trying to keep her voice steady as she speaks into the receiver.

"Y-yeah, baby, I’m fine," she breathes, her voice trembling as you grip her hips and pull her back onto you. "Just—ah!—just getting some sun..."

Her breath hitches when you slow your pace, teasing her with shallow strokes that make her clench around you. She whines under her breath, her fingers digging into the sand as she tries to keep quiet.

"No, I don’t know when I’ll be home," she says, her voice strained. "Might be a while. I’m—fuck—I’m really enjoying the view."

Her breath comes in short, desperate gasps as you pick up the pace, slamming into her with enough force to make her squeal. She quickly covers her mouth, but it’s too late—Her husband's voice comes through the phone, laced with suspicion.

"Cindy? What was that noise?"

She whimpers, her voice shaky as she speaks. "J-just the seagulls, baby. They’re really loud today."

"Cindy, are you sure you’re okay?" He asks, his voice laced with concern.

She doesn’t answer—she can’t answer. Not when you’re hitting that sweet spot inside her, making her toes curl in the sand. "I—I gotta go," she gasps, barely able to form words. "I’ll—oh my god—I’ll call you back!"

She barely manages to hang up before her orgasm crashes over her, her body trembling as she clenches around you. You don’t stop. Not until she’s a moaning, shaking mess, her body limp in the sand, your cum dripping from her well-used pussy.

"Fuck," she pants, her voice wrecked. "He’s gonna know something’s wrong when I can’t walk straight."