Fernando

"I never asked, but how was your first time with Dagger?" Asked by Gwen. For the most part, it was unpleasant, but the last few minutes were great, I report.

It's been two weeks since we started drinking and lounging on the beach. "Did he do any foreplay?" Inquires her. Instead, he inserted himself inside of me and warned me that it would hurt.

"It would have been one thousand times better if he did foreplay first," she sighs.

He made me feel so terrible afterward that I don't really consider it my first. William wouldn't stop talking about how much he wanted to hurt him because of it, and I can't say that I blame you for not counting that dick.

As I stretched my arms out on the beach towel, I reflected on how nice it was to have the day off.

"I know, right, it's also nice to see Rosemary looking so happy with her bump," she continues. We're spending the day together at the beach.

She tells me, "If I wasn't afraid of heights, I'd ask for your workout routine."

We are sunning on our beach blankets as typical teenage females do. I'm wearing a little, white bikini. Running around in the water with Dagger, Rose is wearing a pink one that makes her baby bump stand out even more cutely.

Gwen is wearing only a swimming suit because she feels self-conscious; perhaps I should change into something more modest.

Those men... Those dudes. The GUYS are hot as heck in this.

Despite sitting under the massive umbrella while fully dressed, Claude is being his normal grumpy self.

Just a sec, I get up and say. After primping, I make an effort to approach Claude with a seductive air.

I lean forward and put my hands on his raised knees.

"Why the long face?" I sulk.

"Nothing, mind your own business," he scowls, turning his back on me. As I sigh, I move my chest so that it is directly in front of his face. This seems to make most guys quite pleased.

My mouth drops open as his hand slides around my neck and he gently pulls my face down to align with his.

"What did I say about having sluts in my Circus?" he queries. My eyes roll. I lull Claude with a purr, "There's no one else like you."

Saying, "That's enough alcohol for you today, whose great idea was it to get drunk at the beach?"

"You are too young for drinking," he tells you. "Stop drinking now."

I reply, "Okay, dad," and turn to return, but he grabs my arm and pulls me down to sit next to him. With his palm firmly on my neck, he warns me not to get my ego up about myself because of the booze.

"I know you have balls, and I want to touch them, and it's nice to have your hand around my throat." Without blushing, I reach for his belt and ask.

He gives me a very straightforward gaze.

"Doll, stop it before I fuck Gwen," he warns. Almost instantly, I retreat.

The question was, "Why not fuck me?" I pout. He explains, "I have my reasons." Inwardly, I frown. I point a firm finger at him and say, "Tell me your reasons or else I'm going to jump on you."

The first three are: For starters, you're seventeen years younger than me, and secondly, you act like a slut, and thirdly, you're aggravating.

I'm not a slutty person, I declare firmly on my feet. "Yes you do," he confirms.

"Fine, you wanna see what acting like a slut is, I'll show you since you wanna be a dick, and since you are so protective of how much younger I am than you, I'll just look at someone younger, thats gonna wanna play with me."

Before turning away from Claude, I stoop down to eye level with him. On the inside, I'm starting to wriggle.

Fernando is who I'm aiming towards. Hot Spanish dude.

At the age of twenty-seven, he is the third-oldest of the guys.

Fernando is propped up on his elbows in the moist sand near the sea, so I head in that direction.

His hair is slicked back and moist.

When he looks up and sees me towering over him, I can tell his cock will swell even larger than it already is.

Saying, "Wow, Doll I can see everything from here," he exclaims.

I straddle him and put my legs over his head, feeling his erect cock between mine.

I reach out and touch his heart. With a sly grin on my face, I announce, "Someone's awake." It's "Wide, Wide awake," he says with a wry grin.

I bend down low. "I can help you hide it," I tell him. He says with a sneer on his face, "And how would you do that, Miss Giselle?"

He... he recognizes my name. But I've never revealed that my nickname is Doll.

I say with a guffaw, "The perfect hiding spot is inside me," and the man between my legs jumps. He says, "Doll, how much have you had to drink?"

I've found that "literally none acting drunk is making me feel confident," as I put it.

My lower half wriggles against his as I kiss him. "Christ, don't do that Doll, we could get into trouble; I won't be able to keep myself under control, and we'd end up disturbing the people on the beach."

There is a rise in his posture. Dagger didn't do much good, did he, teaching little males how to respect a lady properly. "Please let me know if there's anything I can do to assist you," he says.

With that, I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my forehead on top of his. To which she responds, "Please, it's... Really... tingly," which I mumble.

He was obviously solely concerned with making himself happy, so come by my tent tonight and I'll see to you.

"Are you able to see me right now?" I inquire as I rub my hips into him softly.

To paraphrase, "Doll I would love to, but you see the amount of people around..." With my hips constantly in motion, his arms were able to encircle me. To paraphrase, "You know how to put on a show Doll, i'm gonna end up getting more intimate right here if you don't stop."

His crotch is pressing on my midsection, and his head is digging into my chest.

His face is flushed and his eyes are bright as I support his head with both hands.

I lean in to give him a kiss, but someone grabs me just in time.