Didn’t mean to walk outside but heard voices from the pool deck. Blonde in a loose sundress leans over the edge, ass up for anyone watching. Hands grip his shoulders hard enough to bruise when she drops down—tits slapping against him. ‘You’re not supposed to be here,’ she pants between thrusts, eyes locked on something past his shoulder. Flips her onto the stone coping like it’s nothing—her legs wrap around his waist before he even hits bottom.
