As a sophisticated hottie, I love fancy drinks. One of my favorites is that old orange classic, Sex on the Beach. And what do I love more than that drink? Actual sex, on an actual beach! I love the smell of the ocean air as we cruise down to the water late at night. The parking lot is deserted and I can’t get out of my clothes fast enough, stripping down to my sexy string bikini. We’ll get out of the car and run down the beach, sand between our toes making us laugh. We’ll rush out to the water, it’s so cold, even on this sizzling summer day. I grab your swim trunks and pull them down, not wasting any time. I get down on my knees and take the tip of your fuckstick in my mouth, swirling my tongue as I look up at you. I’ll lick the shaft and your balls as I take you all in, deep in my throat, gagging but I keep it in. You bend over and untie my top and I let you fuck my tits. You drag me back onto the sand and lay down, pulling me on top of you. I’ll untie my bottoms and line the slit of my tight dripping pussy up with your rock hard cock and slam my body down and grind it all around. You grab my hips and guide me where you want to go, controlling the speed, pace and depth. You like to go balls deep and fast and slow down to stop us right before we cum, we both love that tease and denial. We’ll look up and see a old man shamelessly stroking his dick, getting off on our youth and exhibitionism and of course this hot sex. I’ll cum first, tightening my lips around your dick and squirting my juices, making you fill me up with your hot spunk. We’ll lay there laughing and relaxing, feeling the salty ocean spray on our naked bodies. Mmmm, now I’ve got myself all hot and bothered. I need a Sex on the Beach. Would you like to join me?
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Do like a pair of sexy legs wrapped around you as you fuck? I’ve been told I have hot legs. I love to flaunt them too. Wear short skirts, high heels and walk very seductively down any path. I caught the attention of a professor last week. He asked me into his office. But, he never made eye contact. He just stared at my legs. He was hypnotized by them. As I crossed and uncrossed them, his eyes followed. He was babbling about medieval history. Wanted to offer me a research gig, but I was not interested. I wanted money, but not to research archaic history.
I was blunt with him. “Professor Moore, would you like to caress my legs? You can’t seem to take your eyes off of them,” I said seductively. He leaped out of his chair, came around his desk, and fell to his knees to caress the object of his arousal. I explained to him that it’s a privilege to stroke my silky, bare legs. I gave him a look that he understood. He pulled out his wallet and tossed a few hundred dollar bills at me. Now he was speaking my language. First, he stroked my long legs like Eric Clapton stokes his guitar. Then he kissed every inch of my legs, starting from my feet, all the way up to my creamy thighs, stopping at my luscious pussy. I forced his face into my wet shaved pussy, wrapped my long legs around his back, and rode his face until I came.
Walked out of his office with shopping money and a smile on my face from a nice hard cum. Left my professor to take care of himself.