Peeking through the rocks, you see her there—tanned thighs spread wide on that leopard towel, one hand teasing herself before she even glances your way. Bikini bottoms discarded nearby. She knew someone was watching when she reached for his belt buckle first. Then came the slow grind against his lap with those big tits swaying like she’s testing how far he’ll let it go. Sand stuck to sweaty skin as he flipped her onto all fours by the waterline—pussy already dripping from where she’d been playing with herself earlier.
