South Beach's dunes were a moonlit battlefield, the ocean's roar a war cry as Zara, Kael, and Tina ran through the night, their bodies still humming from the yacht's orgy, their minds locked on survival. Jack's drone footage had reached Vito, and Kathryn's dawn deadline was a trap—her estate was crawling with Vito's men, their hit list burning a hole in Zara's pocket. But Zara didn't run from fights; she started them, and these dunes would be her arena.
Zara sprinted ahead, her black sports bra and leggings tight, her E-cup tits bouncing, her nipples hard, her pussy outlined, her snake tattoo glowing under the moon. Her blonde hair was tied back, her green eyes feral. Kael followed, his tank top ripped, his shorts low, his cock a thick bulge, his green eyes scanning the shadows, his fists ready. Tina kept pace, her crop top torn, her shorts unbuttoned, her red thong peeking out, her black hair wild, her switchblade gleaming.
They stopped in a dune hollow, the sand cool, the air thick with salt and lust. "Fuck waiting for dawn," Zara said, her voice a growl, ripping her bra off, her tits bouncing, her nipples begging for attention. "We fight now, but first, we fuck." She shed her leggings, her pussy bare, dripping, her clit swollen, her asshole a tight promise.
Kael's cock hardened, tenting his shorts, his hand stroking himself. "You're fucking insane," he growled, dropping his shorts, his cock springing free, veined and dripping, his balls heavy. Tina laughed, tossing her crop top, her tits bare, her shorts gone, her pussy soaked, her clit throbbing. "Insane's my jam," she said, joining Zara in the sand, their bodies close, hands roaming.
Zara pulled Tina into a kiss, their tongues clashing, tits pressing, nipples rubbing. Tina's fingers slid into Zara's pussy, her walls tight, her clit pulsing, her juices flooding Tina's hand. Zara moaned, her hips bucking, her pussy squirting onto the sand. Kael watched, his cock leaking, stroking himself, the sight of their bodies under the moon driving him wild.
"Fuck me," Zara demanded, spreading her pussy, her asshole winking. Kael dropped to his knees, his cock rubbing her pussy, teasing her clit, then thrust in, hard, stretching her tight walls, his balls slapping her ass. Zara screamed, her tits bouncing, her pussy squirting, soaking the sand. Tina straddled Zara's face, lowering her pussy, Zara's tongue diving in, sucking her clit, darting to her asshole, making Tina moan, her tits heaving.
Kael fucked Zara relentlessly, his thumb sliding into her asshole, syncing with her moans, his cock swelling. Tina's pussy spasmed, squirting onto Zara's face, her screams echoing over the waves. Kael pulled out, grabbing Tina, bending her over beside Zara, thrusting into her pussy, her walls tight, her moans shaking the night. Zara crawled beneath, licking Tina's clit, sucking Kael's balls, her tongue darting to Tina's asshole, making her squirt again, soaking Zara's face.
"Cum in her," Zara ordered, her fingers rubbing her own pussy, her clit throbbing. Kael roared, his cock erupting, hot cum flooding Tina's pussy, spilling out, dripping onto Zara's lips. She licked it up, kissing Tina, their tongues sharing Kael's cum, their pussies pulsing. They collapsed, panting, the sand a mess of cum and juices, the moon their only witness.
But the fury was interrupted. Zara's phone buzzed—a text from Kathryn: You're late. Vito's men are coming. Run, or die. Zara's blood boiled, her pussy still wet, her mind sharp. "Fuck running," she said, kissing Kael, then Tina, her lips tasting of cum and defiance. "We fight."
They dressed, grabbing driftwood as weapons, their bodies still humming. Headlights flashed—Vito's men, three SUVs, armed with bats and guns. Zara grinned, her pussy tingling, her heart racing. "Let's make 'em bleed," she said, leading Kael and Tina into the dunes, ready to turn the sand red.