Taboo Runs Wild
There she was—Julie—sliding into the water in a tiny bikini top that strained against her full breasts, the fabric wet and clinging instantly.
The thong bottom was a joke: thin strings hugging her hips, the strip in back disappearing between her plump ass cheeks, barely covering anything.
She dove under, surfaced with a gasp, water streaming down her curves.
I stood frozen against the glass, heart hammering.
My cock didn’t careily agree with sanity.
It strained against my jeans, demanding release. Hands moved on autopilot—belt unbuckling with a sharp clink, zipper rasping down, trousers and boxers shoved to my thighs in one frantic push.