Their clothing was reduced to worthless tatters scattered across the dunes as they stood fully exposed.
West sank down against a pillar's base with his legs splayed wide and his cock upright like a monolith.
Seraphyra pounced like a predator with her knees straddling his hips as she speared her drenched pussy downward, engulfing every inch in one savage drop.
Her hot rippling inner walls clamped his shaft like a fist of liquid fire, milking him rhythmically.
She rode him ferociously, clapping her ass cheeks against his thighs in wet smacks so intensely that her tits were bouncing wildly to slap her chin.
"Master... oh master... yes! Deeper!" she babbled through manic grins and hysterical giggles as her nails raked fresh trails down his back, gouging bloody channels that made him hiss in pained pleasure.
