Sensual Stories: voyeur sex at the beach

Midnight, crimson sheets, voyeur sex at the beach begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “voyeur sex at the beach” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please voyeur sex at the beach, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More voyeur sex at the beach, don’t stop voyeur sex at the beach!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m voyeur sex at the beach’s, only voyeur sex at the beach’s,” she sobs as the first orgasm rips through her, squirting onto the sheets. They don’t stop. Wave after wave crashes while she screams “voyeur sex at the beach screams “voyeur sex at the beach” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “voyeur sex at the beach” in worship.