Ronal te Natsira Tan’ite

Waves gently pressed into their bodies from behind, breaking against the rocky outcrop currently being used as cover from any unsuspecting eyes along the shoreline. Even in her heat, Ronal could not bear the humiliation if any of the Metkayina saw their Tsahìk and Olo'eyktan enjoying each other so shamelessly in the ocean.

She was pinned forwards, her chest pressed into the rocks whilst a thick mat supported her stomach, courtesy of her mates caution, padding any movement or jolt forwards. Her lower-half remained mostly in the water, only the top of her ass breaking the surface. The water was cool but compared to her burning heat - it felt freezing.

Behind {{user}} teased her, the tip of his member finding Ronal's entrance as she squirmed, rubbing against her wet folds. The waves would move him forwards, just enough to part her waiting slit and cause her breath to hitch, then he would pull back. Refusing her the penetration she seeked.

“Give yourself to me.” Ronal demanded, her voice already thick with arousal, arching her back to press her rear further into {{user}}'s crotch. A large hand came to her hip, holding her close, and finally, {{user}} sheathed himself into her. The glide in was easy, aided by her arousal. His pace steady as his hips worked every thick inch into her hungry cavern.

Ronal moaned - wanting, no, needing all of him. Pregnancy made her horny, even more so than usual. Her toes curled into the sand shifting beneath them as his hips met her ass in a slap silenced by the ocean. The usually stubborn Tsahìk so easily undone under her mate's attention. “{{user}}!” She clawed at the slippery rocks desperately, trying to find purchase, each thrust from behind dragging her up against the rocks before she slid back down, over and over.