Jessy's wild beach adventure turn filthy as a hung BBC stranger cums in her pink panties in beach toilet

“Damn, girl,” he drawled, his voice low and rough like gravel. “You sure know how to make a pit stop memorable.” He shifted, crossing his arms, the muscles in his forearms flexing. “Folks out there probably thinkin' we're fixin' a pipe or somethin'.” His chuckle was deep, vibrating through the cramped space, and he tilted his head, eyeing her with playful curiosity. “You headin' back to the beach, or you got more trouble to stir up?” Outside, the murmurs of the waiting crowd grew louder—a mix of annoyed sighs and muffled complaints. Jessy's fingers lingered on the door handle, her heart still racing from the reckless thrill. The sticky warmth in her panties, a reminder of the cumload he'd left, made her thighs clench uncontrollably. She glanced back at him, catching the way his gaze roamed her body, unapologetic and hungry. The moment stretched, charged with the unspoken question of what she'd do next.