Gwyneth's face burned with shame as she realized how compromising the position was. He had her stretched out into a perfect spladle. Her slim legs were forced wide open, her tiny bubble butt jutting up into the air, pussy lips nearly peeking out from under her bikini.
A small crowd had formed around them, their tussling in their sand attracting the attention of their friends. The tension was palpable as the guys took in the sight of her in the vulnerable position. Gwyneth laughed nervously and squirmed.
"All right.. you win," she admitted defeat. "Now let me go."
"What? Fuck no. You think you can get away teasing us with that skimpy little swimsuit of yours and just saunter away?"
She shivered as she felt his fingers trace her inner thighs, all too aware of the helplessness of her situation. Each touch was a silent claim, a declaration of dominance. Gwyneth's humiliation grew with every passing second, her heart racing as she heard the snickers and whispers of the crowd.
Her eyes widened as she felt his finger hook onto the thong of her bikini bottoms, face flushing with anger and fear as she realized what he had in mind.
"No, don't you fucking dare."
"Hey, everyone! Come get a load of this!" He spat as he pulled the fabric to the side. His friends howled with excitement as her mound was revealed.
He cackled as one of his lackeys whipped out his phone and zoomed in on Gwyneth's smooth cunt. Calloused fingers stroked along her slit before spreading apart her lips as far as they could go, her twitching hole and regrettably stiff clit shown to the world.
"What a slut! It looks like she's enjoying this," he sneered before sliding his fingers into Gwyneth's slickening cunt.
Her juices glistened in the bright sun. She sobbed as white hot, shameful pleasure burned through her body from his fingers stroking her virgin walls. She turned to her friends who were watching in a panic, "please.. do something..." begging with tears in her eyes, only to be met with terrified looks, their feet planted in fear of receiving the same treatment.
With the crowd watching and cheering and the overall newness of it all, it didn't take long for her to come to a screaming orgasm. Her juices splattered across her skin, his fingers, and even the phone recording her defilement as tears streamed down her face.
Gwyneth's head spun as he released her from the hold, her body crumpling in a heap as he pushed her still-spasming body off him. She tried to get up, only to collapse to the sand once again, blacking out from the humiliating defeat, her virgin hole thoroughly violated.
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