Shivangi’s voice cracked as she screamed, her words swallowed by the roaring wind and crashing waves. “Yes! God, yes! Don’t stop! Your cock feels so good!” Her fingers clawed at Harshad’s back, nails leaving faint red trails on his skin as if marking him as hers in the heat of the moment. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with the raw intensity of his thrusts. She could feel the power of him, the way his hips pistoned into her with a rhythm that was both relentless and deliberate, each stroke hitting that deep, sweet spot inside her that made her toes curl and her vision blur. “Fuck me harder!” she begged, her voice ragged and desperate, arching her back to take him even deeper.