Fingers curl around swollen cockhead, stroking slow then fast amid the rustle of leaves and distant waves crashing, her hand slick with spit gliding up and down the veiny length while heavy breathing mixes with the wet schlick of skin on skin. Balls draw up tight. Pinned against the wooden bench in the open air, legs splayed wide as she milks every pulse from the root to tip, gasps turning to grunts with each twist of her wrist, outdoor handjob turning frantic under dappled sunlight filtering through palms, the rhythm of her pumps echoing like a heartbeat in the wild.
