Double penetration on the beach

Night. The sound of the surf. Music somewhere in the distance. Liza and I walked away from the fire. The sand was still warm. There were two people nearby: Seryozha and Vlad. They brought champagne. Bitter, bubbling on the tongue. — Are you frozen? - No. - And you have goosebumps. - It's not from the cold. Liza is already kissing Seryozha. His fingers are tangled in her hair, wet from the bath. Vlad looks at me. For a long time. I take a sip straight from the bottle. I hand it to him. His lips are on the same glass as mine. — Do you want to take a swim? - I'm not wearing a swimsuit. - So much the better. We run to the water. The waves lick our feet. He catches up with me, already waist-deep in the sea. The water is warm, almost hot after the afternoon sun. His hands slide along my waist underwater. — You can't see anything here. - Do you want to see something? — I want to touch it. A palm falls on a chest. The nipples instantly harden. Not from the cold. Salt water on the lips. We kiss. Greedily. His erection presses against my stomach. I wrap my legs around him. The water holds us. The dress is wet and sticks to my body. - Fuck me right here. — It's shallow here. - Then take me to the shore. He picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck. Drops of water trickle down our bodies. Liza and Seryozha are already playing around on the sand. She's on top. Her back is arched. The moonlight draws silver lines on her wet skin. Vlad lowers me onto the blanket. He pulls my wet dress down. It clings to my body. He rips off my panties. I spread my knees. He enters immediately, without foreplay. Sharply. I cry out. The salty taste on his shoulder. The sand crunches under my elbows. - Deeper. - Be quiet, you'll wake everyone up. - I don't care. I turn him over. I sit on top. My palms are on his chest. I move my hips. Water from my hair drips onto his face. He catches the drops with his lips. His fingers dig into my buttocks. - You're so wet. — I was wet even when you just looked at me. Liza moans loudly next to me. Seryozha is fucking her from behind. She's on all fours. Sand is stuck to her knees. I catch her eye. I wink. She smiles with a slurred smile. Vlad rises up. I'm now sitting on his hips. He sucks my breast. He bites my nipple. Pain shoots down my stomach. - I want to try you. - Then try it. I move lower. His cock glistens with my juices. A salty taste. I lick the head in a circle. He hisses through his teeth. I swallow deeper. All the way. I relax my throat. - That's it... Yes... Lisa crawls up to us. Kissing my shoulder. Her fingers slide between my legs. Teasing my clit. I moan with my cock in my mouth. The vibrations are transmitted to him. Vlad moans louder. — Girls, have you come to an agreement? Liza pushes me away. She takes my cock in her mouth. I watch. It's beautiful. Her plump lips glide over the shaft. Seryozha comes up from behind. He pulls me towards him. I press my back against his wet chest. His fingers explore my crotch. Then his cock rubs against my buttocks. - Can? — In the ass? - Yes. - Just slowly. Spit. The head resists. I hold my breath. He pushes inside. Tight fullness. I bite my lips. Painful and sweet at the same time. Vlad cums in Lisa's mouth. She swallows. Licks her lips. - Come here. Liza reaches for me. Kissing me. My mouth tastes of cum and champagne. Seryozha fucks me in the ass. Slowly. Viscous. I rub my clit against his fingers. Vlad watches. His cock is hardening again. - Open your mouth. I obediently open the door. He enters. Double penetration. I scream. Lisa covers my mouth with her hand. I lick her fingers. I am bursting with fullness. From behind. From the front. Every inch of my body vibrates. - Just a little while longer... Explosion. My orgasm washes over me in a wave. I throb around Seryozha's cock. He growls into the back of my head. He spills inside. A hot pulsation fills me. Vlad comes out of my mouth. Cum splashes on my face. On my lips. On my chin. I fall onto the sand. I breathe heavily. My heart is pounding somewhere in my throat. Lisa wipes my face with the edge of the blanket. She laughs. - How are you? - No way. The sea is roaring. Music is playing somewhere far away. We lie on the sand like a star. Wet. Naked. Happy. Seryozha opens the second bottle. The cork flies into the darkness. Foam pours onto our stomachs. We lick it off each other. Salty. Sweet. Fizzy. Dawn is still a long way off. We can do it again. And we will do it again. We definitely will.