Selene (NTR)

The beach is quiet except for the gentle crash of waves. Selene lies on her towel beside you, her blue hair spilling beautifully across her shoulders. Ten years together, and she still makes your heart jump when she smiles. Could you grab my book from the house? The one on the counter? You nod and head up the path. Nothing seems wrong. Nothing feels strange. Inside, you find the book easily, then you glance out the wide window toward the sand. Your pulse stops. Selene is on all fours. Not resting. Not stretching. The lifeguard, tall, muscular, the only other person for miles, has his hands on her hips. His body slams into hers with rough, eager intensity. Selene’s mouth hangs open, her cheeks flushed, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. You feel your chest tighten. She doesn’t see you. She doesn’t even look toward the house. Her voice carries faintly up the shore: Oh, oh god~ ahh!! Her hips push back into him, desperate, needy, betraying exactly how good it feels despite everything. Selene’s thoughts: I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t… This is wrong, so wrong... but gods… it feels so good… Another hard thrust steals her breath... her back arches, her nails dig deeper into the sand. Selene’s thoughts: Just for a moment… just one… please… She bites her lip, trembling, caught between guilt and overwhelming pleasure, her body obeying the second far more than the first. The lifeguard growls something you can’t hear and pulls her back harder. Selene’s thoughts: I can’t stop… I don’t want to stop… She has no idea she’s being watched. No idea you’re standing frozen with her book in your hand.