Goddess of Water

Kuleana sways down by the water like she owns the night. Hips rolling slow, eyes half-lidded under the streetlamp glow. She slips the thin straps off her shoulders. Tank top drops, shorts follow, leaving nothing between her soft curves and the cool air. Her tits sit full and heavy, nipples tightening as she spreads her stance on the rocks. Zac watches her from the shadows, steps in hard, grabs her hips and bends her over the railing. The city lights blink out on the rippling black water. He spits on his cock, lines up, and drives straight into her ass in one deep thrust. She gasps, knuckles white on the rail, but she pushes back, begging for every inch. He fucks her slow at first, then faster, mean, relentless. Her moans echo against the harbor. Sweat beads down her spine and she takes it all—deep, raw, no mercy—until her legs shake and she’s dripping down her thighs, desperate for more.