Coarse

It was early in the morning, on the most remote of South Carolina beaches in the midst of summer. The sun was rising to the east, and Douglas Lancaster had Mira Lancaster on all fours, her hands buried in the sun, his cock buried in her sweet ass, feeling her milk him, always his pliant bottom. He could hear her large, semi-stiff cock flopping loudly, his heavy balls popping hers with each thrust.

As much as Elizabeth had found fulfillment with Monique, he had found his happy spot with Mira. She was a pliant bottom with a big cock he enjoyed sucking, but she knew her place and he his. He slid the upper half of his body onto her back, his hips pistoning in and out, driving his small white cock in and out of her golden brown ass.

Eventually, he tipped too much of his weight onto her back and she fell over, her mostly stiff cock burying into the sand, and he rutted furiously, until he came, filling her ass with thick jets of seed. He gasped, enjoying the afterglow.

"I don't like sand," Mira said, breathing heavily, "It's coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere." She started to giggle, and Douglas joined in, laughing in her ear.

"My padawan is the biggest nerd in the galaxy," he said drolly. "C'mon, clean up and maybe we can 69 back at the cabin."