Filthy Fu*ck Dreams
Lena stretched out on her towel, the sun baking her oiled skin as waves crashed rhythmically against the shore a few yards away.
She adjusted her black bikini top, the thin strings digging slightly into her shoulders, and closed her eyes behind her sunglasses. The beach buzzed with distant laughter and seagull cries, but here on this quieter stretch, she savored the solitude, the salty breeze drying the sheen of sweat between her thighs. Her sarong lay folded beside her, a vibrant turquoise scrap against the white sand. She hadn't noticed the four surfers until their shadows fell across her legs, blocking the heat.
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