She came hard, her hips thrusting up against his mouth, her orgasm hitting in waves. He kept his mouth on her through the entire thing, extending the pleasure, making it last until she was gasping and pulling his hair.
When she finally collapsed back into the sand, he stood and positioned himself between her legs.
His cock was hard, fully erect, the head already glistening with pre-cum. She reached out and stroked him once, twice, then guided him toward her entrance.
He pushed in slowly, not because she needed time to adjust, but because the sensation of being inside her still got to him every single time. Her pussy was tight around him, perfectly shaped to fit his thickness, and he buried himself to the hilt with a groan.
"Fuck," he said. "You always feel perfect."
