Added some color to those tits up her sleeve. :3

“Oh fuck.

She’s wearing the hat.

Trixie almost never wore her signature wizard hat outside of shows. It was so much of her stage identity she never risked wearing it otherwise. The only times she did wear it outside of work was during publicity stunts…and when she fucked you. She knew it was your fetish, got you ten times harder than normal, and that she trusted you enough not to do something stupid like cum on it.

But…but this is a public place. Not nearly enough people to be a publicity stunt, though. What was she…

Trixie plants her foot on your chest, casually sucking off a butterscotch popsicle as she looks down at you. A wicked, mischievous smile crosses her face as she ran it down along your crotch. Her grin widens as your dick slowly begins to expand.

‘Trixie saw the other girls looking at you. Saw them undressing you with their eyes. Trixie wants to show them who’s the one in charge.’

You try to protest but Trixie forces you down, using her dextrous feet to peel down your swim trunks. Your cock, fully erect, springs out, and you visibly blush as you feel everyone’s eyes rest on it. Especially Trixie, whose sudden flush betrays how intense her arousal really is.

Trixie doesn’t remove her bikini, simply pulls the bottom down and letting it slap against the side of her labia. Pussy juice begins to trickle down her legs as she begins to lower herself down on you.

‘Trixie wants to show them all…who your mistress is.’

Trixie drops the whole weight of her body on your cock, her thick thighs and heavy breasts forcing you to the hilt as you gasp in beautiful agony. She bites down on her lip, burgundy eyes lustfully regarding her beloved as she begins to grind and rotate her hips on your member.

‘You belong to Trixie, do you understand that?’ Trixie’s walls clamp down on you, her vaginal secretions leaking onto your body as she leans down for a kiss, never once stopping her lewd gyrations. She pulls herself off of you for only a moment before slamming her hips down on your cock again.

‘You’re mine’, she whispers, dropping her stage persona for the briefest of instants as she bites down on your neck, her own body heating up as she begins to lose any sense of cool she once had. ‘Noone else can have you but me. Noone.’

Trixie gives into her wild abandon and just starts slamming her hips up and down in front of everyone on the beach. She grips the base of your cock with one hand to keep you in her, and uses the other to give the finger to a crowd of college girls who had been staring at you.

Trixie lets out a scream as she squirts all over your stomach. You spill your hot seed in her not long after. With a smile, a much smaller, gentler smile than she has worn all day, she lifts herself off, fingers out some of your cum, and draws a love heart on her chest with it. You smile, barely able to function as she begins to wash you off with salt water.

Maybe public beaches aren’t so bad after all.