Public beach sands grind against bare skin, turning every shift into gritty friction. Thighs part slow. Fabric clings damp, bikini strings taut over soft curves as she spreads wider, pussy lips parting in the open air. Breeze hits wet folds. She rocks hips, seaweed scratching inner thighs, tits heaving in that striped top — caught flashing for anyone watching, tension thick as distant waves crash.
