Swallowing My Pride

Marina Angel heads out for the usual beach run when she finds a stranger blocking her path. Sammie Daniels. Fresh off the Kentucky farm, standing barefoot in the yard nobody thought was lived in. The girl admits she has zero friends yet. Marina offers her company. Simple as that. Sammie knows nothing about sex beyond scissors and paper. Marina calls bullshit and makes the game plain: clothes off if she wants the real lesson. Sammie strips without a blink. The moment skin touches skin, the farm girl stops pretending. Her tongue works like she’s done this before. Marina swallows moans instead of pride while Sammie drags climax after climax out of her until the afternoon spins. Sammie comes too, shaved pussy pulsing against Marina’s thigh, but when she pleads for another round like it’s pay-per-view, Marina grabs her towel and walks. Beach waits. Sammie can beg the waves instead.