Spontaneous

Cayenne came to the coast to stop thinking so much. She spots Joss near the water and walks straight to him. No hesitation. She sinks to her knees in the sand, takes him in her mouth, and works him slow and wet. Blonde hair clings to her cheek as she slides her lips to the base. He lifts her onto him, and she settles into his lap, riding with her back arched, taking every inch on each drop. When the pace builds she turns around, knees planted, ass high, and he drives into her hard from behind. Her moans carry over the waves. Near the end she spins back to finish him with her mouth. Joss spills across her tongue, and she swallows without breaking eye contact.