I'm all yours daddy
And your cock.
I slipped out of the cabana quietly, the sand warm under my feet as I padded toward the beach bar. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and oranges, the waves crashing like distant applause. My sarong fluttered in the breeze, barely covering my bikini, and I felt exposed, vulnerable, but powerful too. My pussy throbbed with anticipation, not just for Javier's touch, but for the control it gave me. If Richard was betraying me, Javier could be my escape, my weapon. Or just a good fuck to clear my head.