Chapter 5: October
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting the beach in a warm, golden glow. Sally was staring at Thibault’s perfect ass and his perfect set of balls dangling below for over two hours as the photographer got the perfect shot. Passers by laughed.
Children pointed. Their parents tried to explain away the scene in French. Tourists took photos with their phones. Sally blushed, her pussy clenching at the thought of being caught. It was a secret fantasy come to life.
"You want it, don’t you, baby?" Thibault said, his voice a low growl. His accent made the words sound dirty and delicious. "You want to touch it, don't you?"
Sally swallowed hard and nodded.
Thibault smirked and turned around, giving her a full view of his backside. His ass was perfect. Taut, muscular, and glistening with sweat.
Her job was to keep the public away, so Thinault could be photographed in private, nude on the beach. But her recklessness had made her bold - instead she let everyone come watch the poor player. His beautiful gonads dangling on display like little plumbs, giving the whole beach a great view.
The sight of Thibault's ass was enough to make Sally's mouth water. She tentatively reached out, her fingers brushing against the smooth, tanned skin. He shifted, spreading his legs wider, inviting her touch. Sally ran her hands over the firm globe, marveling at the feel of his body. Her fingers moved lower, tracing the line that separated his perfect ass from his thighs. She could see the faint trail of hair that led to his balls, could imagine the feel of them as they swung heavy and full.
Thibault groaned, the sound low and feral, making Sally's pussy clench.
She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to explore every inch of him, to touch and taste and feel.
Sally's hands moved lower, her fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Thibault shivered, his body tensing as she traced the trail of hair that led to his balls. She could feel them, heavy and full, swinging gently with each shift of his body. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around them, cupping them gently.
They were warm and soft, the skin smooth and delicate, unlike the rest of his rugged body. She rolled them in her palm, marveling at the sensation of them, the weight and the texture. Thibault let out a low groan, his hips shifting, his ass clenching under her touch. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Play with them. Feel how much I want you."
Sally obeyed, her fingers exploring his balls, her touch becoming more confident. She felt a shiver run through him, his body tensing as she rolled them in her palm. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his in the dim light.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Thibault's eyes darkened with desire, his gaze intense as he looked down at her. "I want you to rim me, Sally," he growled, his voice thick with need. "I want to feel your tongue on my ass, your fingers inside me. I want you to make me feel things I've never felt before." Sally hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never done anything like this before, had never even imagined herself in this situation. But there was something about Thibault, something wild and primal that made her want to take the risk. She wanted to explore, to push her own boundaries, to see where this would take her. She nodded, her body aching with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick a slow line up the crease of his ass. Thibault groaned, his body shuddering at the sensation. He had never felt anything like this before, had never imagined that something so taboo could feel so fucking good. Sally's tongue was hot and wet, her touch tentative but eager. She licked him again, her tongue exploring, tasting, as she inched closer to his hole. Thibault's hips shifted, his body moving instinctively against her touch. He could feel the heat of her breath on him, the gentle probing of her tongue. It was filthy, forbidden, and he fucking loved it. "Lick me.
Lick me like you mean it, baby," Thibault growled, his voice thick with need.
As she pressed her tongue to his puckered hole, the crew erupted in applause, their cheers and whistles echoing across the beach. The sensation of his slick, muscular flesh against her tongue was intoxicating, and she found herself lost in the moment, the loud approval of the crew only serving to heighten her arousal.
She circled his entrance with the tip of her tongue, teasing and probing until he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Fuck, yes, baby. That's it. Right there," he groaned, his hips thrusting back against her face.
Sally took the hint and pushed her tongue inside, feeling the tight ring of muscle resist before giving way. The taste of him was salty and earthy, and she reveled in the sensation of his body submitting to her touch. She pushed deeper, her tongue exploring the hidden depths of him,, her fingers gripping the firm globes of his ass for leverage.
Thibault moaned, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock throbbing with arousal as he felt Sally's tongue invade him. "Fuck, Sally," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're fucking incredible. Your tongue is so fucking hot, so fucking deep."
Sally felt a surge of pleasure at his words, her pussy clenching with need. She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel the heat of his body as he fucked her. She pulled back, her tongue sliding out of him with a wet pop.
Thibault groaned in protest, his hips thrusting back, seeking her touch. "Don't stop, baby," he begged, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want more. I want to feel you inside me."
Sally looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust. This was a side of her she never knew existed, a primal, hungry side that craved to take control, to push boundaries. She reached down with her free hand, her fingers brushing against her own wetness. She was drenched, her pussy aching with need. She brought her fingers to her lips, tasting herself, her eyes locked onto Thibault's.
He watched, his body tense with anticipation, as she coated her fingers with her juices, a wicked grin spreading across her face. The crowd cheered, their noise echoing across the beach, spurring her on. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at their approval, at the raw, primal energy that surrounded them.
Sally pushed her slick fingers against Thibault's entrance, the slippery sensation making him groan in anticipation. "You want this, don't you?" she asked, her voice low and husky. Thibault nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Give it to me. Sally pushed her finger in, feeling the tight heat of him surround her. She moved slowly, her finger inching deeper, her eyes locked onto Thibault's.