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As soon as I wasn't stricken blind, I found another text from my friend. He's been singing his praises of this weird beach, I guess it supposed to be some kind of nude hangout or something? Whatever it was, it gave my friend enough of a reason to not shut the fuck up. My friend may sex have been overselling it, but I'm curious as to what he's seen, so with a text to him, it's set, looks like I'm hitting the beach. I pack a couple things as he sends me a text back, he can't make it, but sends me the address of the spot and wishes me a fun time. The wind soon is pushed through my window as I fly down an old roadway, luckily it seemed this place is pretty secluded, so whatever might be going on would at least stay private. I saw it, the beach wasn't all too big, but it seemed there were plenty of people regardless. From what I could make out from the road, I couldn't see a pair of clothes in sight. My car sputtered into the parking lot, digging inbetween two smaller cars before heading off to a slumbering quiet. I got out and looked towards the sand, a sign displaying "The pleasant sands" in indian old worn letters. Something was scribbled below it, but it was hard to make out from the car. So I peeled away my bottoms, flinging the top and the rest of my clothes into the back of my car. I took a moment, just to look over myself; it was really strange just peeling away the layers in the broad public, but if people didn't mind my dick swaying about, I couldn't care less. I grabbed my duffle full of beach supplies and headed out in my slippers, my curious eyes met the sign again "comforting warmth is abound here" it read. My slippers flopped away as I soon made it to the warm sands, luckily it was still early in the day, so I didn't have to worry about the sand cooking my feet, yet. My head rose to just.. hold still for a bit. What I neglected to see on the road was what the people on the beach were doing. Many pairs just sat on beach towels, well deep between each other's legs and howling like stray dogs; so this is why my friend wouldn't shut his mouth. I passed many pairs just moaning away and set up my towel and umbrella, setting down my items when I saw quite a gracious looking girl. Round hips swayed as she walked, resting her fine legs on my towel. "So what brings you to the beach?" I just sat baffled "my uh.. friend told me about the beach, he wouldn't shut up about it so I came to see what he was... going on.. about" my speech slowed as her hand just grasped my dick, as if it wasn't already hard enough before. "You're quite a grizzled guy, I'm surprised I haven't seen you here before." I just see her lips descend as my cock just gets devoured. Her lips and tongue work the shaft, as her experience shows in how bad I want to just blow already. "So what do you do when you're not sucking guys off at a beach?" I felt her tongue just drool saliva on me as she works the shaft with her hand "An escort. I gotta make money, and damn does it pay." "Don't suppose you expect me to pay then?" I shudder, her nimble fingers just toying with me at this point. your hot breath escaping your lips and nostrils on the base of my cock, you lift my cock pulling it down towards the floor, licking up from the base, every antaginizing inch “Sure, Mem saheb” he said as he closed the door. Ollie, the girl closest to me, groaned as she asked, “Are we sluts?” And her reply is “O-Kay Daddy.” One Hour Later… I saw her take a big breath and her vagina started to tense sex and spasm. Sylvia, oblivious to my knowledge of her fantastic rear view indian was taking it all too well after being interrupted on her intimate moment. She looked up Alistair for approval. She saw the panic on my face. I’d never seen a porno where they disrobe so quick.