Playing In Selina's Sandbox

Met Selina Bentz on the beach. Hair everywhere, those blue eyes cutting straight through me. I clocked her trouble the second our eyes met. We ditched the sand quick, stripped in my shower and went at it like we had something to prove. Her body kills me—tits, hips, every curve timed perfect. She dropped and took my cock like it was owed to her, nails scraping my thighs hard enough to leave marks but not enough to stop. We crashed onto the couch next, legs up by her head because she could bend that deep. Every inch slid in and the noises she made had me stupid. Pussy slick and clamped tight around me. We hammered hard then dialed it back and ground slow until my balls kicked and I painted every inch of her just-fucked cunt. Selina knows the game and plays to win. My vacation just got filthy.