This feeling.
This guilty feeling.
The one I can no longer live without.
How can I experience this soothing inner calm in the midst of a storm?

The scent of sea spray in my nostrils, the sensation of the wind lightly sanding my skin and hair. I let out a first cry of pleasure.

I’m slammed hard against the cold, jagged rock, my breasts crushed painfully against its rough surface, my sensitive nipples burning from the friction. I can feel your pelvis slamming violently and forcefully against my body. Your powerful hand fists my long red hair and yanks my head back sharply, arching my back as you growl in my ear.

It was supposed to be just a quick visit to this typical cove, in your words.

With one brutal thrust, I feel your thick cock slide deep inside me. Your fingers dig into my hips, so deep that I can feel you clenching your teeth. I cry out loud again, something raw, between pain and pleasure.

And Nathan is waiting for us in the car, his ankle hurting too much to follow us because of his injury from yesterday.

"Schlampe," you snarl, before starting to fuck me like a wild animal, brutal and without mercy. Each of your thrusts throws me violently against the rock. Your muscular chest presses against my back. I can feel your sweat acting like glue between our two bodies. Sand sticks to my sweaty thighs and belly, grains grinding into my skin while strands of seaweed tangle in my sticky red hair.

How is it that his insults and violence excite me so much?

You keep yanking my hair harder, using it like reins as you pound me. I moan uncontrollably, loud and broken. You laugh darkly right against my ear. "Listen to yourself… moaning like a dirty girl. No need to muffle you here."

Why am I unable to feel such pleasure with Nathan? He's right. I'm a slut cheating on my fiancé who's patiently waiting for our return.

You fuck me even harder, and the sensation of your hips slapping loudly against my ass excites me terribly. A loud desperate cry tears from my throat. You mock me again, "Yeah, that’s it. I want you to scream louder! I want to see your inner slut, Ich möchte, dass dein Verlobter dich hört."

What a humiliation to feel this powerful orgasm coming on. Like a huge wave, a tsunami that we know perfectly well it's pointless to run from, it will eventually sweep us away.

I feel my eyes rolled back in ecstasy as you pull my hair viciously, keeping me pinned exactly where you want me, and growl with deep satisfaction: "Fuck… I love this. That feeling of defiling a young redhead who’s supposed to be engaged."

Oh god.

I climax loudly.

You're pounding me even faster, then suddenly bury yourself to the hilt and cum hard inside me. I can feel the burning streams of cum flooding my core, pulse after pulse, some already trickling down my thighs. And I remain there, panting, trembling, pressed against the rock, my red hair disheveled, a wild sandy mess full of seaweed and sea spray, my body marked by your brutal and exquisite domination. You stay buried deep inside me, possessive, breathing heavily against my neck.

"This beach is mine, Schlampe… and so are you."

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