It arrived in the mail last week, in a clean envelope stamped with a very official looking seal from the Department of Human Proliferation. After months of waiting and dozens of genetic tests the powers that be have decided to issue you that highly coveted card: The Free Use License. The little laminated card grants you full right to fuck anyone you want, anywhere you want, any way you want. With the full power of the law behind you. The only restriction are that you cannot use birth control of any kind. {{char}} is sitting in your pocket right now, ready to be used at any moment. All you have to do is figure out where you want to start...

As the bearer of this license walks out into the warm spring air, people take notice. There's something about them that draws attention. It could be their confident stride or perhaps the mischievous glint in their eye. Whatever it is, passersby can't help but turn and look as they make their way down the street. The card pokes at their pocket, taunting and teasing with its potential for unadulterated pleasure.

But which of them will be the first to experience the full force of your desires?

Slowly, the bearer of the license idly scans their gaze across the crowd. There's a group of college girls chatting at a nearby bus stop, laughing as they sip from their iced coffees. Another person catches your eye: someone familiar from your past, always so hot underneath their professional demeanor... The possibilities are endless, and with the weight of the card in your hand, each potential partner seems more alluring than the last.

The question is, who will you choose? And what sort of sexual extravaganza will unfold once you make your move?

There are four young college girls sitting together at the bus stop, each one unique in their own right. One has long, wavy auburn hair that falls down her back in gentle curls; she's wearing a cute little sundress and white sandals. Another is taller, with dark skin and hair, her lips painted red to match her fingernails. She's dressed in black jeans and a tight-fitting T-shirt. The third girl has bright green eyes that seem to light up whenever she laughs, which is often; her short hair is bleached blonde on top with purple roots showing through. Her outfit consists of a pair of ripped denim shorts and a crop top. Lastly, there's the Asian girl with straight black hair pulled back into a messy ponytail; she's wearing a yellow summer dress that flatters her curvaceous figure nicely.

As you approach the group of college girls at the bus stop, their attention is momentarily drawn away from their conversation as they notice your confident stride. The auburn-haired girl gives you a shy smile while nodding toward the card in your hand; she knows exactly what it means.

The taller girl with dark skin and hair narrows her eyes at you, sizing you up as if trying to decide whether or not you're worth her time. The one with green eyes and purple roots laughs loudly, almost dismissively, before looking over at the Asian girl with the yellow dress, shooting her a knowing glance that says "pay attention to this one..."

The Asian girl bites her bottom lip, excitement flickering across her face as she meets your gaze. Her chest rises and falls rapidly underneath the thin fabric of her summer dress...

The group of college girls erupts into giggles at your direct and unapologetic question. The auburn-haired girl blushes prettily, biting her lower lip as she glances down at the ground. The dark-skinned girl arches an eyebrow, pursing her lips in amusement. The green-eyed one lets out another loud laugh before turning to the Asian girl with the yellow dress, nudging her playfully and mouthing "your turn..."

The Asian girl, visibly excited by the prospect of being chosen, bites her bottom lip harder as she looks at you eagerly. She nods slightly, giving what might be a subtle indication that she'd be more than willing to oblige...

The girl with auburn hair blushes harder at your choice, looking down into her lap shyly before meeting your gaze again. Her lips part as if to speak, but she can't seem to find the words...

The dark-skinned girl leans in closer, studying you carefully. "You sure you don't want someone a bit more..." - she pauses meaningfully "- experienced?" Her tone is mocking, yet strangely seductive. You can feel her eyes roaming over your body, assessing the possibilities.

The green-eyed girl crosses her arms underneath her breasts, giving you a wicked grin. "Or maybe someone like me would be more... adventurous?" She laughs again, tossing her hair back.

But it's the Asian girl in the yellow dress who speaks up first. Her voice is husky with desire as she whis

The girl with the yellow dress blushes deeply, looking down at her lap. Her hands flutter nervously as she twists a strand of her black hair around her finger. She glances up at you through her eyelashes, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her summer dress.

The other girls titter amongst themselves, casting knowing glances between each other. The dark-skinned girl smirks, raising an eyebrow suggestively while the auburn-haired one bites her lip nervously. Even the green-eyed girl seems to be enjoying the show as she leans back against her seat, propping herself up on one elbow.

The Asian girl in the yellow dress knows what this means: it's not just about picking someone. It's about sharing yourself with them... and anyone else who might want a taste. Her heart races at the thought of being

As the group of college girls tries not to pay attention to you, their bodies betray them. The dark-skinned girl's chest heaves slightly as she watches your every move; her nipples harden against her bra in anticipation. The auburn-haired one crosses and uncrosses her legs nervously, the hem of her sundress rising higher each time revealing more of her smooth, toned thighs. Even the green-eyed girl can't help but lick her lips as she sees you begin to undo your pants...

As the bearer of the license slips his dick into the auburn-haired girl, she lets out a surprised but pleased moan. Her head falls back against the bus stop bench and her eyes roll back in her head as pleasure washes over her. The others watch with interest, hardly able to contain their own arousal as they see how easily you've taken control of the situation.

The dark-skinned girl sucks on her bottom lip, trying to quiet the pounding of her heart. Her hips shift involuntarily in time with your thrusts, making her hard nipples scrape against the fabric of her bra. The green-eyed one bites her knuckle as she watches, not quite believing what she's seeing...and yet wanting more.

The Asian girl feels a hand on her leg; when she looks over, it's the other girl from their group, the

The bearer of the license finishes with the first girl and makes his way towards a nearby office building. The air is thick with sexual tension as he passes by people on the street, each one unable to resist giving him lingering looks as they wonder who might be next. His eyes roam over everyone he sees, searching for the perfect candidate to join in the orgy of pleasure that has been unleashed within him.

The auburn-haired girl watches him go with a mixture of relief and regret; her body still humming from the intense orgasm she just experienced. She glances over at the other college girls, seeing their own desire reflected back in their eyes, and can't help but wonder who will be next...and if it will be her again.

As you walk deeper into the office building, the atmosphere grows increasingly charged with sexual energy. The scent of desire fills your nostrils as you pass by cubicles occupied by both men and women going about their work, oblivious to the primal forces that are stirring within them.

A sultry voice calls out from one of the cubicles; it belongs to a curvaceous redhead who's apparently growing impatient waiting for her lunch break. "Hey...you want some company?" she asks suggestively, her voice tinged with desire. Her green eyes lock onto yours as she leans forward, offering up a mouthful of full, inviting lips.

With a sultry smile spreading across her lips, the curvaceous redhead rises to her feet and leads you back to her cubicle. The air between them crackles with electricity as she moves; each step she takes gets her closer to the forbidden pleasure that's about to ensue. As they reach the relative privacy of the cubicle, she turns to face you, pushing her desk aside so there's no obstacle between them.

Her dress slides off her shoulders and pools at her feet; she's wearing nothing else beneath but a lacy black bra and matching thong. With a wanton moan, she throws herself onto the desk, spreading her legs wide in invitation. "Fuck me," she pants hoarsely, arching her back to offer up her supple curves for your taking.

The redhead screams out as you slide your thick length into her. Her body bucks against yours in time with each powerful thrust, meeting each movement with an equal measure of need and desire. The desk groans beneath the force of your bodies colliding together, echoing throughout the otherwise quiet office space.

Her breasts bounce freely as she arches her back, offering up her supple skin for you to claim. Her fingers dig into the desk, anchoring herself in place as pleasure ripples through her core like waves on a beach. She whimpers and moans your name, begging for release even as she savors every moment of their forbidden encounter.

The restraints of the cubicle only seem to heighten the intensity of the experience; the walls closing in around them, trapping their passion within the confines of this tiny space. The air is thick with sweat and desire, making it difficult for

The redhead shrieks in delight as you rip her bra off, freeing her full, heavy breasts to swing freely. The sensation of being taken roughly around the tiny cubicle only serves to heighten her arousal; it's as if she's experiencing a surreal mix of pleasure and fear that borders on euphoria.

Her nails scrape against your back, drawing blood in her effort to keep herself anchored to you as you continue your relentless assault. "Fuck yes," she gasps out between moans, throwing her head back and arching her spine. Each thrust forces a gasp from her lips, each word echoing through the nearly empty office building like a primitive cry of lust.

The cubicle walls seem to disappear around them as they're consumed by their passion; all that matters is the heat between their bodies and the unyielding force that drives them both toward

The redhead's moans fill the air as she is fucked around the tiny cubicle, her body arching and twisting in time with each powerful thrust. Her hands grasp at anything they can find to keep her balance while her legs lock around your waist, urging you onward. The sensation of being taken so roughly and roughly amidst the confines of their workplace only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins. She feels as though she's floating, suspended in a haze of desire that seems to permeate every fibre of her being. Her face is flushed and her lips part with each breathless gasp, revealing a mouth filled with the taste of lust and need.

The redhead lets out a strangled moan as the phone begins to ring; her senses are heightened by the mixture of pleasure and fear that coursing through her body. She reaches down with one hand, grasping at the desk in an effort to steady herself while she attempts to answer the call. Her voice comes out breathless and husky, "Hello?"

A male voice on the other end growls, "What are you wearing?" The redhead gasps and moans softly as she answers, her hips bucking against your thrusts in time with her response. "Just my uniform...why? Is that a problem?" Her heart races with anticipation, hoping he'll take the bait.

The redhead's eyes roll back in her head as you thrust into her so hard that she can barely speak. "Ahhh...y-yes..." She gasps, arching her back and pressing herself against you even more desperately. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises behind as she struggles to stay upright while being fucked wildly around the tiny cubicle. The scent of their arousal fills the air, making it difficult for either of them to think straight.

The redhead moans loudly as you pull her in tightly and cum deep inside her. Her body convulses around yours, milk white fluid spilling out of her as she reaches the height of ecstasy. With a shuddering gasp, she collapses against you, her head lolling to the side as she tries to catch her breath.

Tears streak down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat and makeup that have smeared her face during their wild encounter. She's never felt anything like this before - so raw, so primal...and yet so right. As they both begin to recover from their orgasmic high, she looks up at you through hooded lids and whispers hoarsely: "Is that all I get? Can we do it again?"

The card in your hand gives you the right to fuck anyone, anywhere, any way you want... but that doesn't mean she's all yours. You could leave her satisfied and content for now or take her up on her offer for more pleasure later. What do you decide?

The redhead watches you as you gather your belongings, leaving the cubicle in search of new adventures. A small part of her wonders if this was all just a dream; another wonders where you'll go next and who else you might fuck with that card in your pocket. She licks her lips, feeling the wetness between them as a reminder of what just happened between you, and can't help but wish she had the courage to leave work early and follow you...

Her body still tingles from your touch, aches for more pleasure from your strong hands and steady strokes. She lets out a sigh, knowing that even if it was only a fleeting encounter, it was one that will stay with her forever...and possibly come back to haunt her. But for now, she's content with just the memory of how incredible it felt to be wanted like that.

A sense of anticipation fills the air as you approach the gym. The sounds of grunting and clanging weights are music to your ears; it's like a siren song beckoning you inside where more sexual adventures await. You can almost taste the excitement, the sweat, the lust that seems to permeate every corner of this place. Your heart races with anticipation as you push open the doors and step inside...

Rows of treadmills, exercise bikes, and weight machines line either side of the gym, filled with people working out or waiting for someone just like you to come along and make their day a little more interesting. The smell of sweat and chlorine fills your nostrils; it's intoxicating...and makes it that much harder not to give in to temptation right here, right now.

With the card still burning a hole in your pocket, you feel invinci

As you scan the gym for potential targets, your eyes are drawn to a figure on the treadmill in the far corner. She's tall and lean, with long black hair flowing behind her as she runs. Even from this distance, it's obvious that she's in incredible shape...and even more obvious how alone she is. A mischievous grin spreads across your lips as you make your way over to her.

Stepping up beside the treadmill, you tap her lightly on the shoulder. "Mind if I join you?" you ask with a charming smile.

The woman on the treadmill glances over at you and smiles back, her pale green eyes meeting yours before raking slowly down your body and then returning to meet your gaze once more. "Not at all," she says, her voice slightly out of breath from running. "In fact, I was hoping someone might come along and keep me company." She wipes a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand before reaching over to turn off the machine.

You smile at her again and say, "Perfect timing." With the treadmill turned off, she steps away and turns to face you fully, resting one hand on her hip as she awaits your next move. Her body language is open and inviting, and you can't help but wonder what else she might be willing to share with someone as... adventurous as you are.

The woman smirks and replies, "Well, I was just starting to get bored running on the treadmill all by myself...and you looked like you might be able to liven things up." Her voice is teasing and playful; she's obviously enjoying this game as much as you are.

"Oh, really?" she says with an arched eyebrow, tilting her head to the side as if to challenge you further. "Well then... lead the way." Her hands slide down to rest on her hips, waiting for you to make your move. The air between you crackles with anticipation; it's almost like everyone else in the gym has vanished, leaving just the two of you alone to explore this newfound passion.

You step closer to her, your movements confident and deliberate. Reaching out, you slide one hand down over her abdomen before moving lower to cup her hip. She gasps softly as you touch her, arching into the contact. Her skin is hot beneath your fingertips; it's almost impossible not to give in to the urge to feel more of her bare flesh against yours.

With your other hand, you gently stroke her cheek before running it through her sweat-drenched hair, pulling it back slightly so that she meets your gaze again. Her eyes are wide and dark with desire as they search yours for any hint of what comes next.

Her lips part as you step closer still, your warm breath brushing over her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She lifts her chin slightly in invitation and closes her eyes, ready for anything that comes next. Her heart races with anticipation, her body trembling with desire as she waits for you to claim what is undoubtedly yours by now. The air around them crackles with electricity, the scent of sweat and arousal filling every inch of space between them.

She bites her lip as the cool air hits her bare skin, but it's not enough to distract from the heat building between her legs. Her breath catches in her throat as you lower her shorts even further, revealing a perfectly sculpted ass and slick folds of pink waiting for your touch.

Her hips circle restlessly, begging for more contact as she feels your hands on her body. With each movement, she grows wetter and needier, desperate to have you fill her up completely. Her eyes remain closed, focusing on the sensations washing over her, the building ache between her legs that demands release.

Her eyes fly open as she feels your cock press against her entrance; it's the only thing that matters in this moment. She pushes back against you, needing to feel every inch of you inside her. With a groan, you thrust forward, driving yourself deeper into her wet heat. She cries out in ecstasy as your hips slide rhythmically against hers, claiming her body with each powerful stroke.

Her nails dig into your shoulders and back, leaving marks that will serve as reminders of this moment for days to come. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you take her harder and faster, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. The gym fades away around them, replaced by the focused rhythm of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

Her body trembles with the force of your orgasm as you release yourself into her. Her walls clamp down tightly around your cock, milking every last drop from you before finally relaxing in blissful satisfaction. She whimpers and moans softly, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her as you pull out and step away.

For a moment, they both stand there, panting heavily, trying to catch their breath. Your cock twitches with residual need as it retreats between your legs. She licks her lips, tasting your cum on them, and feels a shiver of desire course down her spine. As she turns to go, you can't help but wonder if you'll see her again...and what other adventures lay ahead for you with the card in your pocket.

As you walk out of the gym, leaving a trail of desire in your wake, you can't help but feel invincible. The weight of the card in your pocket is almost... empowering. It seems like everyone within its radius is drawn to you; wanting a taste of whatever it is that you have to offer. And why shouldn't they? You're irresistible, after all.

The air outside is cool and crisp, the early evening sun casting a warm glow over the streets as people scurry home from work. Your feet lead you down one bustling sidewalk after another, but your mind drifts back to the woman in the gym...and the way she felt beneath you. Her voice echoes in your ears, urging you onward toward whatever new pleasures might be waiting just around the corner.

With a smile curving his lips, he continues walking, letting fate guide him

You turn down one particularly busy street and come across a convention center; the doors are open and a throng of people pour in and out, dressed in costumes and carrying massive bags filled with merchandise. A feeling of anticipation prickles at the back of your neck as you realize that this is going to be the perfect place to find someone willing to fulfill their deepest desires...someone like you.

Stepping through the doors, you're immediately assaulted by the sights and sounds of the convention. Cosplayers in elaborate costumes mingle with vendors hawking everything from comic books to handmade jewelry. The scent of popcorn and sweat mix together in a heady concoction that fills your senses, making it easy to lose track of time as you wander through the bustling crowd.

Navigating through the throng of people, you eventually make your way to the back of the convention center where a curtain separates the main floor from what appears to be a more exclusive area. Several large signs advertise celebrity meet and greets, with timetables for photo ops and autograph sessions. The line for one particular celebrity stretching around several booths catches your eye; it seems as though she's quite the draw among the convention-goers.

As you approach the curtain, a security guard stops you, asking to see some form of identification. You flash him the card, feeling a small thrill at being able to use it to bypass such petty restrictions. With a nod of acknowledgement, he steps aside and lets you pass through into the restricted area.

The atmosphere in the back room is much more subdued compared to the chaos outside. There's still a sense of excitement hanging in the air, but it's tempered by the need for privacy and decorum. You spot the celebrity you saw earlier sitting at a table, looking bored as she signs autographs and poses for pictures with adoring fans. Her assistant is nearby, making sure everything runs smoothly.

As you approach her, the celebrity looks up from underneath her lashes and gives you an appraising once-over. "And who might you be?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Her eyes widen in surprise before she smiles coyly and leans in closer to you. "Well then," she whispers, "I think we can make an arrangement." With that, she pulls you towards her, pressing their bodies together against the table as your hardness rubs against her through your clothes. Her assistant moves out of view while they engage in a heated kiss, hands roaming over each other's bodies.

The celebrity gasps into the kiss as you pull down her pants and slide your hardness inside her. With a moan, she tilts her hips up, needing more of you, wanting to feel you stretching her tight entrance even further. Her hands grasp at your shoulders, clawing at your shirt as she arches her back in pleasure.

Her wet heat envelops you, milking you for all that you are as she meets your thrusts with desperate, helpless need. With every movement, she begs for more of you, driving herself closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her pants muffled cries fill the quiet room, her body trembling from the building storm of pleasure that's about to break within her.

As you fuck her against the table, the celebrity's back arches and she moans loudly, her orgasm building to a feverish pitch. Her breathing becomes ragged as she feels you thrust deeper inside her with every movement, claiming her body as your own in this moment. Her hands grasp at anything they can find for purchase, biting her lip to stifle the sounds of ecstasy that threaten to escape past her lips.

The air around them is charged with desire and lust, the flushed skin and heated gazes of those watching hinting that they are far from being alone in their passion. Her tight muscles clench rhythmically around you, sending shudders of pleasure through your body as you lose yourself to the intense sensations coursing through every inch of your being. With one final powerful thrust, her orgasm crashes over them both like a wave, leaving them both g

With one final powerful thrust, her orgasm crashes over them both like a wave, leaving them both gasping for air and trembling with pleasure. Her body is limp against yours as the last throes of ecstasy wash through her, the intensity of the climax making it impossible to focus on anything other than the feel of her tight muscles milking your cock one final time.

As you pull out, both of your bodies tremble with aftershocks of pleasure. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, a mixture of gratitude and desire playing across her features. Her lips part as she searches for words to express how you've just made her feel.

As you head toward the exit, your mind wanders back to the celebrity and the intense moment you shared with her on the table. The image of her writhing beneath you is burned into your memory; a testament to just how potent that little red card really is. A mischievous grin tugs at the corners of your mouth as you picture yourself using it again, perhaps even sooner than later... But for now, you let the salty sea air and warm sun caress your skin as you make your way toward the beach. The sound of waves crashing against the shore serves as a gentle reminder that there's more to life than just seeking out sexual adventures; it grounds you in a way nothing else can. But don't worry, you know the card is still there... waiting for its next chance to shine.

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you picture yourself using the card again soon. The thought of being able to command anyone you want is intoxicating, and you can't help but feel a thrill racing through your veins every time you think about it. As you walk along the beach, letting the waves wash away your cares and worries, you wonder where fate will take you next with that little red card in hand...and what new adventures lie ahead for you.

As you walk along the shore, your eyes dart left and right, taking in the many women who have flocked to the beach on this sunny day. Some are alone, lounging on towels or splashing in the surf, while others are in groups, laughing and playing volleyball. It's almost impossible not to feel your heart race with anticipation at the prospect of using that little red card to command one of them...and the thought makes you even harder beneath your swim trunks.

As you approach the woman on her towel, she glances up at you with eyes that are a mix of surprise and curiosity. Her dark hair is damp from the ocean, clinging to her body like a second skin. She's wearing a small bikini that hugs her curves perfectly, drawing your attention to her full breasts and the defined muscles of her stomach. You're sure you've never seen her before, but there's something about her that makes you want to get closer...

You stretch out on the sand beside her, angling your body slightly toward hers as you take in her beauty. The warmth from the sun feels good against your skin, making it easier to imagine just how hot she would be beneath you. With a confidence born of knowing that the card is safely tucked away in your wallet, you meet her gaze again and smile.

The woman's eyes widen in surprise as she sees the card and understands what it means. She blushes deeply, feeling both nervousness and excitement welling up inside her. "Wow," she whispers, looking back up at you from beneath her lashes. "I-I guess I owe you something..." Her voice trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air between you.

Her body is still as close to yours as it can be without actually touching; their warmth mingles together like two halves of a whole. You feel her breath against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. The weight of the card pressed against your skin feels almost electric; you know that with just one word from you, she'll obey your every command.

The woman gasps as you reach beneath her bikini bottoms, your fingers dangerously close to her bare flesh but not quite touching yet. Her hips twitch restlessly against yours in silent invitation for more contact. Her breath comes quick and hot against your neck now, her body growing increasingly aroused by your nearness. The scent of her desire fills the air between you like a sweet perfume, driving you even closer to the edge of sanity.

Her hips buck up off the sand as your fingers finally brush against her swollen clit, circling it and rubbing in a teasing motion. She lets out a sharp gasp, eyes meeting yours as they grow hazy with desire. Her mouth falls open, revealing tiny white teeth caught between parted lips, and her fingernails scrape at the sand beneath her in an effort to steady herself.

Her body tenses and relaxes in time with your movements, granting you access to every sensitive nerve ending within reach. With each gentle circle of your fingers, she moans louder, arching her back further until they're almost parallel with the sand. Her entire being is focused on the sensations coursing through her; it's as if nothing else exists but this moment between you.

As your fingers work their magic, the woman arches her back even further, pressing her breasts against your arm as she seeks out more contact. Her moans fill the air around you, drowning out everything but the feel of her body writhing beneath yours. When you place your thumb in her mouth, she sucks on it eagerly, her teeth grazing the pad of skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.

Her hips buck wildly against your fingers now, her orgasm building to a feverish pitch. You feel the tension coiling within her, about to snap and release her into oblivion. With one last powerful stroke, you push her over the edge, watching as she shudders in ecstasy beneath you, her cries of pleasure filling your ears as they echo along the shore.

As she comes down from her orgasmic high, your cock presses firmly against her still-swollen lips, demanding entrance. Her body is still quivering from the aftershocks of pleasure when you push inside her, filling her up completely with a single powerful thrust. She gasps audibly at the sudden fullness and arches her back even further, pressing her breasts into the sand as she surrenders fully to this moment of primal release.

Her inner muscles grip your length, milking you for all that you are as she meets your thrusts with hungry moans. The taste of her on your tongue mingles with the salty sweetness of the sea air, driving you even further into the depths of ecstasy. Her nails claw at your back, urging you deeper still, leaving reddened tracks in their wake that will serve as reminders of this moment for

Her lips part beneath yours, welcoming the fiery touch that brands her as your own in this moment. Her breasts are full and aching under your skilled hands; you pinch her nipples roughly, drawing more cries of pleasure from her throat as she writhes beneath you. Her hips rise to meet each powerful thrust, her body moving in perfect rhythm with yours.

The waves crash against the shore like a chorus in the background, drowning out all but the sounds of their passionate union. Sweat glistens on their skin, mingling with sand and salty sea water to create a slick sheen that heightens every sensation as your bodies come together in a perfect symphony of lust and desire.

With one final thrust, you feel her inner walls clench tightly around you, signaling the peak of her pleasure once again. Her entire body goes rigid beneath

Her pleasure wraps around you like a silken cocoon, intensifying the release that ripples through your body as you empty yourself deep within her. With a shuddering gasp, she arches her back off the sand, drawing your mouth to hers in a searing kiss as your climax subsides. The taste of their combined saliva and pleasure fills your mouth, leaving you breathless and achingly satisfied.

The air seems to settle around them as they come down from their high; both panting heavily but oddly at peace with the world now that they've given in to their desires. The woman lies back on the sand, her eyes closed as she enjoys the feeling of your weight pressing down on her, holding her close. Your free hand strokes soothing circles over her belly, tracing lazy patterns across her heated skin until at last she opens her eyes and meets your gaze once more.