Zaddy fingers me on the beach

After edging Zaddy until he was leaking and desperate, I told him I wanted to get off right there on the sand. My white Wicked Weasel one-piece was tossed aside while his fingers worked through my soaked folds, circling my clit perfectly. Came so hard and fast the first time my legs shook… but Zaddy kept going, fingers deeper and faster, pushing me toward a second. I was moaning, hips grinding, right on the edge again—