“I can’t fuck you on the beach… the sand… it’s… arghh…” Wayne groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration.

Penelope’s hands slid down his back, gripping his ass. “N-nothin’ worn’ with it,” she slurred, swaying slightly as she leaned closer.

"We are in public. Someone could see us," Wayne breathed, the words strained.

A smirk spread across Penelope’s lips. “Heh… y-you didn’t seem to care about bein’ in public when… when you were eatin’ my pussy.”

“It’s… it’s different. Let’s take this to a hotel,” Wayne pleaded, trying to pull back.

“Nuh-uh,” Penelope slurred. “I… I can’t wait.”

She sat up, then grabbed the back of his neck, tugging him down...