The crashing waves were the only sound for a moment, a rhythmic backdrop to their heavy breathing. Harshad lay back against the cool, damp sand, his powerful frame still thrumming with the aftershocks of his climax. Shivangi knelt beside him, her body humming with a similar energy, a delicious soreness settling deep within her. The salt air clung to their sweat-slicked skin.

Harshad’s hand, rough and warm, found the curve of her ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. “My turn to watch,” he murmured, his voice a low, gritty rumble that vibrated through her. “Get on top of me, Shivangi. I want to see those perfect tits bounce while you ride my fucking cock.”

A shiver, part anticipation and part pure desire, shot down her spine. This was what she craved—this raw, uncomplicated demand. There were no hidden meanings, no promises of tomorrow. Just pleasure, given and taken. She moved with a newfound confidence, swinging one leg over his hips to straddle him. The coarse grains of sand stuck to her inner thighs.

“You’re still so hard,” she whispered, her fingers wrapping around the thick base of his cock. It was already swelling again, jutting up from his body like a claim stake. She loved the feel of it in her hand, the sheer weight and heat of it. “You’re a fucking animal, Harshad.”

He just grinned, a flash of white teeth in the moonlight. His hands came to rest on her hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh. “This animal is all yours to play with. Now stop talking and put it inside your pretty little cunt. I wanna feel how wet you still are for me.”

Guiding him to her entrance, Shivangi lowered herself slowly. The blunt, fat head of his cock pressed against her, and she paused, savoring the ache, the delicious stretch as she began to take him in. A low moan escaped her lips as she sank down, inch by incredible inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside her. She felt so full, so completely occupied. Her head fell back, a curtain of dark hair brushing against the small of her back.

“Fuck, yes,” Harshad groaned, his eyes locked on where their bodies joined. “Look at that. My cock fucking disappears inside you.” She began to move, a slow, tentative roll of her hips. The friction was immediate and intense, a bolt of pure sensation shooting straight to her core. Her hands came to rest on his rock-hard chest for balance.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” she breathed, her voice husky.

“Harder,” he commanded, his grip on her hips tightening. “I didn’t tell you to tease me, Shivangi. I told you to ride me. Fucking bounce on my dick. Make those gorgeous tits fly.”

His words were a spark to her kindling. She bit her lip, then rose up until just the tip of him remained inside her, before slamming back down, taking him all at once. A sharp, guttural cry was torn from her throat. She did it again, and again, finding a rhythm that was pure, unadulterated lust. Her body obeyed him completely.

Up and down, faster and harder. Her full, heavy breasts began to move with the force of her motions, bouncing freely with every desperate plunge onto his cock. The cool night air brushed against her hard nipples, a sharp contrast to the inferno building between her legs.

“That’s it,” Harshad grunted, his voice thick with lust as his hips pistoned upward to meet her downward thrusts, driving himself even deeper into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the moonlit air, raw and primal. “Just like that. Fuck, look at you. Those tits are jiggling so fucking perfectly. You’re a fucking vision.”

Shivangi’s breath hitched sharply as Harshad’s cock plunged into her with relentless force, filling her so completely it felt like he was claiming every inch of her. Her hands splayed across his chest, her nails digging into the firm muscle as she tried to steady herself against the sheer power of his thrusts. The sensation of his thick length stretching her open, combined with the way her full, heavy breasts bounced wildly with every frantic movement, sent waves of electric pleasure crashing through her body. “Fuck, Harshad,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “You’re so deep… it’s like you’re fucking my soul.”

Harshad’s dark eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with unchecked desire as he watched her ride him. “Look at you,” he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “Your cunt’s gripping me like it never wants to let go.” His hands moved to her hips, gripping her tight enough to leave marks, forcing her to take him even deeper with every downward plunge. Shivangi’s head fell back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as his thick shaft hit a spot inside her that made her entire body tremble. “That’s it,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “Take every fucking inch. You were made for this.”

The wet, slapping sound of their bodies meeting filled the air, a raw, primal rhythm that only heightened the intensity of their connection. Shivangi’s body moved purely on instinct now, her hips rolling and grinding to milk every ounce of pleasure from his cock. Her fingertips traced the hard lines of his chest, savoring the way his muscles rippled beneath her touch as he fucked up into her with unrelenting force. “I can’t—I can’t get enough of you,” she panted, her voice ragged. “Your dick… it’s so fucking perfect. I could ride you forever.”