Not a chance

With just as evil a smirk as before, he begins twiddling his middle and index finger against your softened vaginal walls and using his thumb against your outer labia to your delight.

“Gumph” you stifle as your back arches inwards and your sun glistened chest protrudes out towards the sky, your breathing becoming more laboured and closing your eyes as each expert move of his fingers brings you closer and closer.

Struggling to breath properly, your toes curling into the hot sand and his relentless fingers working their magic, you relinquish your hold on his forearm and relax your ass into the warm sand to take deep breaths as he begins to pound his knuckles against your soft pussy lips.

Coos and deliberate loud moans of pleasure escape the both of you as your abdomen tightens up and your mouth gapes ajar. With each twisted motion and now flicking of his thumb against your clit sends shockwaves up your spine and down your involuntarily shaking legs.

“Oh... Fuck!” you breathlessly utter, taking in a short sharp breath and grabbing handfuls of sand as your entire body begins to shake and gyrate in the sand, your hips meeting his forward thrusts and then swirling your hips against his embedded stiff fingers, soaking the towel beneath you, instinctively bringing your knees up and turning your body away from him to get a reprieve.

Knowing him better than you knew yourself and feeling his firm hand on your thigh to **** your leg back down, you knew what to expect and were under no illusions of the euphoric pleasure and total control of your body that was about to happen.