**Beachside Cum Dumpster**

The sun was starting to dip behind the horizon, turning the sky into a fiery orange mess, but I wasn’t paying attention to the view. My eyes were locked onto her—some girl whose name I barely remembered, her bikini barely hanging onto her tanned, glistening body. We’d been joking around, drinking cheap beer, and when she leaned in to whisper in my ear, her breath hot against my skin, I knew where this was going.

“You ever fuck someone on the beach?” she asked, her fingers already tracing down my chest toward my shorts. My dick twitched under her touch, already rock hard.

“Not yet,” I admitted, grinning.

She bit her lip, eyes dark with hunger. “Good. Because I want you to use me.”

That was all I needed.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward a more secluded spot behind the dunes, where the sand was still warm from the day’s heat. The second we were out of sight, she dropped to her knees, fingers hooking into the waistband of my swim trunks. She yanked them down, and my cock sprang free, already leaking.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” she murmured, wrapping her fingers around me, stroking slow.

“You gonna do something about it?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she opened her mouth and took me all the way in, her lips stretching around my thick shaft. I groaned, throwing my head back as her tongue swirled along the underside of my cock, her throat working as she sucked me deep. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth on me mixed with the crash of waves nearby, and I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her up and down.

“That’s it, take it,” I growled.

She gagged a little but didn’t stop, just kept bobbing, her spit dripping down my length. I could feel her pussy grinding against her own thigh, her little whimpers vibrating against my cock. She was desperate for it, and I wasn’t about to hold back.

After a few more minutes of torture, I yanked her up by the hair. She gasped, lips swollen and slick, eyes wide.

“Turn around,” I ordered.

She obeyed instantly, bending forward, hands sinking into the sand as she arched her back, presenting her perfect ass to me. Her tiny bikini bottoms were already soaked through, and I tugged them to the side, exposing her wet, pink cunt.

I didn’t waste time. Gripping her hips, I shoved my cock in, balls-deep on the first thrust.

“Oh fuck!” she cried, her pussy clenching tight around me.

I fucked her hard from the start, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the salty air. Her moans were desperate, begging, her fingers digging into the sand as I pounded into her. Every time I pulled out, her pussy tried to suck me back in, greedy for more.

“Like that, you fucking whore?” I grunted, spanking her ass hard.

“Yes! Oh God, yes! Use me!”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I grabbed her waist, driving into her faster, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. She was shaking, her thighs trembling, her cunt squeezing me like a fucking vice.

“You gonna cum?” I taunted, feeling her body tighten.

“Y-yes! Please, I’m—”

She didn’t finish. Her whole body jerked as she came, her pussy pulsing around me, her moans turning into broken sobs. The second she did, I pulled out, flipping her onto her back.

“Open your fucking mouth,” I demanded.

She did, tongue out, eyes hazy with lust. I stroked my cock fast, my balls tightening, and then I was cumming—thick ropes of hot cum shooting straight into her mouth, coating her tongue, dripping down her chin. She swallowed what she could, her fingers scooping up the rest to lick clean.

“Good girl,” I smirked, watching her pant.

She grinned up at me, still spread out in the sand, legs open. “You’re not done, are you?”

I wasn’t. And the night was still young.