Angie's reaction to the second finger shoved up into her clasping twat was at least as intense as Dave had expected. She began humping over his hand more feverishly, rising on tiptoes just to shove her pussy down even harder onto the erect shaft of his cock-stiff finger.

"Oh, God, yes, yes!" she cried again and again, her head thrown back, her mouth abandoning Dave's lips as her whole being concentrated on the climax that was building deep in her belly.

"Do it, Dave! Shove your fingers up my cunt! God, my pussy feels so wonderful! Just another minute and I'm going to come…"

Angie's whole being froze as those wonderful fingers suddenly abandoned her cunt completely. Dave wrapped his arms around her and stood very still, his body rigid with alert intensity.

"My God! What did you stop for?" Angie wailed. "You bastard! I was just going to – Mmmmpphh…"

Her words were stifled by Dave's hand shoving her head roughly forward against his chest. She was held firmly and could not get free, much as she struggled against his restraining grasp. Frustrated in her struggles, she held still to catch her breath, and it was only then she heard voices fading down the beach.

"Christ, let's get out of here," Dave breathed through clenched teeth. "Those people must think we're some kind of Goddamned animals."

So roughly that she was not able to resist this time, Dave dragged Angie across the beach and up the stairs, his feverish energy not abating until they were safely inside the car and heading on up the highway.