Tatsumaki's day at the beach

The sun blazed high over the secluded stretch of beach, the kind of private cove Tatsumaki had telekinetically cleared of any prying eyes. She lounged in a skimpy emerald swimsuit that barely contained her petite perky breasts or her curvaceous, firm ass. Her green hair fluttered in the ocean breeze as she glanced over at her boyfriend, a tall, muscular black man with smooth dark skin that glistened under the sunscreen she'd playfully rubbed on him earlier. "Someone might see," she muttered. "No one's seeing shit," Marcus growled softly, standing up. Tatsumaki bit her lip, her small body shivering despite the heat. Tatsumaki's lips parted, stretching wide as she took him into her mouth—first just the head, sucking greedily, her cheeks hollowing. She bobbed deeper, inch by inch, her telekinesis helping her relax her throat so she could swallow more of his impressive length. "Shit, Tatsu... just like that," Marcus moaned, hips bucking slightly. She pulled off with a pop, strings of cum connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. "Fuck me," she demanded, pushing back against his hand. He lined up his massive cock, the head pressing against her tight ass. Slowly, he pushed in—inch after girthy inch stretching her wide. Tatsumaki gasped, her powers making the sand around them float slightly as pleasure-pain shot through her. "Oh god... so big... deeper..." He started fucking her harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in their private bubble. Her orgasm hit first, hard and shaking, her telekinesis flaring and sending a harmless wave of energy rippling outward. Marcus followed soon after, groaning as he filled her ass with hot, thick cum, pumping every drop deep inside her. "Not bad for beach day," she murmured, already plotting round two as the sun dipped lower.