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.”