The cool night air kissed their skin as Marcus and Elena stepped onto the hidden stretch of sand, the moon casting silver ribbons across the restless waves. Marcus spread the thick blanket with one hand while his other stayed laced with Elena's, his thumb tracing slow circles over her knuckles. "This place feels like it was made just for us," he murmured, pulling her close so their bodies aligned under the starlit sky. The scent of salt and jasmine from the nearby dunes wrapped around them, and Elena's laughter bubbled up soft and breathless as she leaned in, her fingers already tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Their lips met in a slow, deepening kiss that tasted of shared wine and anticipation, tongues brushing with a hunger that built like the incoming tide. Elena pressed closer, her breasts brushing his chest through thin fabric, nipples tightening as Marcus's hands roamed down her back to cup her ass, drawing her hips flush against the growing hardness of his cock. "God, you feel so good already," she whispered against his mouth, voice husky with need, before nipping his lower lip. Clothes shifted—her blouse slipped from one shoulder, his shirt buttons yielding one by one under her eager fingers—revealing warm skin that glowed in the moonlight. Marcus traced the curve of her collarbone with his tongue, savoring her soft gasp, while her hand slid lower to palm him through his pants, feeling the pulse of his arousal match the quickening beat of her own heart.

Elena moaned into another kiss, her pussy throbbing with wet heat as Marcus eased her down onto the blanket, his body covering hers without breaking their connection. "I want to explore every inch of you tonight," he breathed, voice thick with passion and tenderness, eyes locked on hers as he peeled away more layers, baring her breasts to the gentle breeze. Her fingers worked his belt free, brushing the velvety length of his cock as it sprang free, and she arched up to meet him, their breaths mingling in ragged harmony beneath the endless stars.

Marcus's hands roamed lower with deliberate tenderness, sliding over the soft plane of Elena's stomach before dipping between her thighs, his fingers tracing the slick heat of her pussy with a reverence that made her heart swell. "You're so beautiful like this, so open for me," he whispered against her ear, his voice a low rumble of devotion that mixed with the crash of waves. She shivered not just from the cool breeze but from the way his touch ignited every nerve, her body arching instinctively as he parted her folds and circled her clit with slow, teasing strokes. "Marcus... don't stop, I need you to feel how much I want this," she breathed, her hand still wrapped around the thick length of his cock, stroking him in rhythm with his explorations while their eyes locked in a gaze heavy with love and raw desire.

He shifted downward, mouth descending to capture one of her breasts, his tongue swirling around the hardened nipple before sucking it deep between his lips. Elena gasped at the wet heat, her fingers threading through his hair to pull him closer as he lavished attention on the sensitive peak, teeth grazing lightly while his hand continued its intimate dance below. "God, yes—your mouth feels incredible," she moaned, the sound echoing softly into the night as pleasure coiled tight in her core, her hips rolling against his probing fingers. He switched to her other breast, sucking and nibbling with the same passionate focus, his free hand kneading the soft flesh as if memorizing every curve, their connection deepening with each shared breath and whispered endearment. "I love you like this, Elena—every sound you make, every tremble... you're mine tonight."

Her moans grew louder, breathy and unrestrained, as his tongue flicked relentlessly over her nipples, sending sparks of ecstasy straight to her throbbing pussy. The stars above blurred in her vision, but all she felt was him—the heat of his body, the

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