Pussy fingering was what was on my man’s mind when we went to the beach today.

Pussy fingering and drinking, what else are you supposed to do besides getting sand in your ass and pussy at the beach? It’s certainly the first two things I’ll be asking for on my next and every trip to the beach from here on out.

I went thinking it would be a nice summer day at the beach, yeah, it’s still summer in Miami, but I left feeling like it was a fantastic summer day at the beach with my man. We brought beer, wine, a couple towels, an umbrella, and ourselves. We set up our umbrella and towels far enough away from the water that we wouldn’t be in the middle of the crowds and we could have a little privacy. Little did I know, it was because he couldn’t stop thinking of fingering me.

I hadn’t even cracked open the first beer before he was sliding his finger over my bikini bottom.

I looked at him sideways and put my hand over his, but then saw nobody looking, and the cooler strategically placed to block people’s view, and let him fingering the outside of my bottom. With the umbrella at our backs, he slid two meaty fingers into his mouth and then into my pussy and began fingering me in earnest.
I glanced around every once in a while to see if anyone had noticed but they hadn’t. He continued fingering me but picked up the pace. I squirmed so much the towel was no longer under me. I had to cover my mouth I was getting so loud. If they hadn’t turned around and seen what we were doing, they were going to hear me I was being so loud. I couldn’t help it though, he was fingering me better than I had ever been in my life.

He finished me off with this one fingering motion that had my pussy quivering. We washed off in the Atlantic and finished our beer and wine as the sunset. And then before we left, he started fingering me again. I came again and we left.

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