Tan lines from that one-piece bikini still visible where she pulled it off. Kneeling over him like she owns the mountain trail, thighs slick and spread wide. His hands grip her ass cheeks as she rides down hard, muffling his moans between her legs. No lube needed—just raw heat and the sound of water rushing nearby. When she finally pulls away, lips swollen and breathless, he flips her onto her back against the rocks before slamming inside again.
