The shock of your claws sinking into my breasts forces a gasp from me. A sound of pain, yes.....but also a sound of delight, that you’ve come at me with this ferocity! With talons imbedded in me, you shove, hard, throwing me to the ground.
I go to the ground willingly. Because my grip in your hair and your bikini top take you down with me. The sand has baked in the sun; it is dry and scorching hot, sticking to us as we grapple. I twist, and wrench, forcing myself on to of you, Nami, riding your back. My legs intertwine with yours, and with a groan I spread them, my hips pressing down on your lovely ass. You must feel the heat of the sand on your pussy through your bikini, don’t you Name? Does it feel good?
I know you feel it on your face, as I push it into the sand. And in your nipple....as I dig my other hand under you, and grind a palm full of sand over it, back and forth....
Sand sprays away from your lips as you scream.