She shouldn’t be doing this. Red beach towel pooled at her waist, bikini bottoms already soaked from teasing him all morning. One hand gripping his shoulder, the other guiding him in slow circles until he’s buried deep between her heavy thighs. Sunburned skin glistening under the open sky, she leans back just enough for a peek—then locks eyes like she knows you’re watching through the bushes. No words needed; that smirk says it all: ‘You like?’ before grinding down harder.
