The afternoon sun warmed Lana's skin as she leaned back against the edge of the pool, the water lapping gently against her. She'd been oiling up all afternoon, a sheen of coconut scent clinging to her busty curves. Her fingers traced the line of her bikini top, the anticipation building with each slow movement.
He emerged from the house, a shadow falling across her face. His eyes devoured her, a hungry glint in their depths. "You look… incredible," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. He sank to his knees, his hands reaching for her oiled thighs. "Lana," he breathed, planting a kiss that sent shivers down her spine.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as he moved higher, his lips finding hers in a desperate, needy kiss. The taste of him filled her mouth, a mix of sweat and longing. She arched back, her big tits straining against her top as he pushed it down, exposing her bare flesh to the sun's warm caress.
He pulled back, his eyes burning with passion. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. "I want you so bad," he whispered against her skin. He leaned in for a blowjob, taking her deep into his mouth. She moaned, her hips thrusting against him. He started fucking her tits with the same feverish passion as he edged his way back for round 2.
He couldn't wait any longer and flipped her over. He grabbed a condom out of his pocket. As the pounding continued, she begged for more. The excitement reached a fever pitch, and he exploded in a massive facial, covering her face in his seed. Lana giggled. That’s when she knew, she was addicted to the pounding.
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Lana Rhoades