Red Confession: Savage Beach Ecstasy with Alexandra

The taxi dumps us at the villa. Sweat glues clothes to skin. Sun scorches. I rip off my shirt, down to boxers, collapse into shaded rattan chair on the terrace. Ocean roars below. Alexandra unbuttons her blue-check dress. Straps slip off shoulders. Fabric clings to damp curves. She steps barefoot onto blistering sand, winces, rushes back. Collapses into my arms. Hot skin presses hot skin. Breeze whispers over her back, drying sweat. Hearts slow. Nap claims us.

Fruit vendor’s bell jolts me. Hunger gnaws. I buy ripe peaches, mangoes. She bites deep. Juice explodes. Drips down chin, throat. Glitters on sun-kissed cleavage. I lunge. Lips capture sweetness. Tongue chases trails toward breasts. She moans soft. We explore villa. Kitchen gleams. Bath steams. Bedroom beckons. But sea calls louder.

The Fever Ignites

She emerges in white bikini. String ties barely contain. Top cups half her firm tits, nipples hinting. Bottom triangle vanishes between golden ass cheeks. My cock twitches. I yank on swim shorts. She oils me first. Cool lotion floods burning back. Her hands knead deep. Fingers dig shoulders, spine. Shiver races to groin. My turn. Oil slicks her vast back. Thong bisects perfect globes. She arches. Skin glows slick. Door flies open. We sprint to waves. Children laughing.

Ocean swallows us. Delicious cool. Splashes fly. I trip her playful. She dives under, resurfaces grabbing cock through shorts. Water plasters hair to bronze skin. Bikini turns sheer. Tits float free, dark nipples erect. Pubis bald, lips outlined. She grinds close. My dick surges, tenting transparent fabric. Salt kisses mix fruit tang. Oil makes her slippery eel. We drift to shallows. Waves grind us. Sand sticks like lover’s grip. Urgency boils. Hearts hammer.