Tan lines from that old bikini bottom crease still visible as she leans in. No time to strip—just the green and yellow fabric clinging tight around her hips. Cock hits the back of her throat before she can even swallow. Hand on her head, fingers tangled in those bleached strands, pulling back just enough to let him slam home again. Ass still bare from earlier, cheeks flexing as he fucks that face like it’s his last meal. Deepthroat so hard she gags on it but never pulls away. Legs spread wide when they switch—cock buried inside something wetter now. No lube needed; body’s already slick from whatever came out earlier.
