...the pool water ripples where she shouldn’t be bent like that. Tattoos on her back flexing, ass high, thighs slick from earlier swims. He didn’t expect to see her here—let alone catch her eyeing his cock through sheer red panties before diving in. No condom, no hesitation; just a slow grind against the tiles first, fingers digging into wet concrete as she tests how deep he’ll go. Then—one hard thrust—and she gasps loud enough for anyone peeking through the cabana curtains to hear it.
