“I can’t fuck you on the beach… the sand… it’s… arghh…” Wayne groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration.

Penelope’s hands slid down his back, gripping his ass. “N-nothin’ worn’ with it,” she slurred, swaying slightly as she leaned closer.

"We are in public. Someone could see us," Wayne breathed, the words strained.

A smirk spread across Penelope’s lips. “Heh… y-you didn’t seem to care about bein’ in public when… when you were eatin’ my ...