We walked past the rocks in a loose group, me still completely naked, cum already drying sticky on my inner thighs. The dark-haired guy—whose name I still didn’t know—stayed close, hand resting low on my back. Behind us, more men followed. Some already hard again. Some talking low about what they were about to do.

The cove opened up after a short climb over warm stone. Smaller. Quieter. High rock walls on three sides, soft sand, and the ocean still close enough that waves could reach us. Perfect.

I didn’t wait for instructions. I walked to the center of the sand, dropped to my knees, and looked up at them....