The sun blazed overhead as Camellya stretched on her towel, her black bikini clinging to her curves. White hair tied, red pupils glinting with mischief, she watched the waves—until a deep voice rumbled behind her.
"Damn, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous."
She turned to see a towering black man, muscles glistening with seawater. His cock already half-hard in his trunks. Camellya licked her lips. "Prove it."
He didn’t hesitate. Pinning her to the towel, he ripped her bikini top off, licking her nipples hard. "Ahhn! Fuck—yes!" she moaned, arching into his mouth. His hand slid into her bottoms, fingers plunging into her sopping pussy. "Shit, you’re tight," he growled.
She yanked his trunks down, his thick cock springing free. "Ride me," he demanded. Camellya straddled him, sinking onto his length with a scream. "Nngh—so big!" Her tits bounced as she slammed down, his grip bruising her hips.
The sound of skin slapping filled the air. "Harder!" she begged. He flipped her onto her knees, driving into her from behind. "Take it, slut," he grunted, pounding her dripping cunt. Camellya’s screams echoed down the beach as she came, her nails digging into the sand.
He pulled out, painting her back with hot cum. "Round two?" she panted, grinning. The sun wasn’t the only thing burning today.