New position

The Professor became acutely aware of their vulnerability—naked on the beach, where anyone might emerge from the lean-tos at any moment. The thought sent a jolt of alarm through his post-coital haze. His cock jerked inside the redhead, and she squeezed him with her pussy. He got harder in seconds.

“Mmmm, someone is almost ready again,” said Ginger. She slid off his body and stroked his shaft, bringing it to full turgidity. Then she got on her hands and knees between his legs, facing away from him. She looked around her body at him and said, “Let’s go again, like the animals do it.”

The Professor couldn't tear his eyes away from Ginger's alluring pose. Her perfect backside was displayed before him, the firelight accentuating every curve. His analytical mind tried to process what was happening—this glamorous movie star offering herself to him so brazenly—but his body was already responding with primal urgency.

"I believe this position has certain... evolutionary advantages," he managed to say, his voice husky as he positioned himself behind her.

Ginger wiggled her hips invitingly. "Less talking, more action, Professor."

He gripped her hips, marveling at how perfectly they fit in his palms. When he entered her from behind, the sensation was even more intense than before. He gasped, his fingers digging into her flesh as pleasure coursed through him.

"My goodness," he breathed, struggling to maintain his composure.

Ginger pushed back against him, setting a rhythm that drove coherent thought from his mind. The Professor found himself responding instinctively, his body moving in perfect synchronization with hers. The sounds of their coupling mingled with the crackling fire and distant ocean waves.

"Harder," Ginger commanded, her voice thick with desire. "Show me what that brilliant mind of yours can do when it's not thinking."