Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories
She rolled on top of me, straddling my belly and resting her head on my shoulder.
"I don’t want to get sand in my pussy," she told me.
I laughed and agreed.
After resting for a while, we washed off in the water. I tried to initiate another round, but Sandy declined.
"We should save you for the others," she said cryptically.
We got dressed and wandered back. As we approached the others, holding hands, it was clear they had been drinking in our absence.
Michelle didn’t bother covering up this time. The sight of three topless women, plus Sandy beside me, stirred something in my pants again.