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"Here?! Are you serious?!" Jen asked, looking incredulous at her eager husband. "Yes, definitely! It's time for us to do something nuts!" Paul replied, gently grasping her forearm in an attempt to tug at her into agreement. "I don't know..." Jen looked around her with a mixture of heart-pounding excitement and fear. Her head scanned the beach, looking as far as she could, squinting against the rising sun. The cool ocean breeze brushed away her hair as she looked towards the shoreline. All she could see were the waves and a vast empty beach. "See? There's nobody here! Let's do it!" Paul repeated, tugging her again with a wide smile on his eager face. Jen looked around again, surveying the entire beach carefully. It was certainly empty, not a soul in sight. The old stone staircase to their right was the only way into and out of the beach. Surrounding them was a wall of rock which ran almost around the entire beach. If anybody was to try and sneak a peek (or catch them in the act) of their mischievous deeds, they really wouldn't be able to without them knowing well in advance, giving them enough time to stop. She continued to ponder this outrageous idea while turning her head to face the gentle, soothing sea breeze. It was a glorious day. "Fucking would only make it better" she thought to herself. She had to admit it - she was horny. Even though they'd had a long, late night session only a few days ago, she was in need of Paul's cock massaging her pussy again. She was a horny girl. Even sitting there on the beach with her legs crossed, wearing a thin g-string bikini, she could feel a very damp spot had already formed on her pussy. Every time the breeze blew, it ran through her wet pussy, reminding her of her wetness. Reminding ...

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