Naked Scripts
I’m sunbathing on the towel, bikini top back in place, thighs clenched tight, Jake’s cum still warm inside me.
“Best beach day ever,” Tyler says, cracking a beer.
Jake meets my eyes over the rim of his sunglasses and smirks.
“You have no fucking idea,” he mutters.
I just smile, shift my hips, and feel another thick drop slide out.
Can’t wait for the ride home.
Soon enough, The sun drops low, painting the sky orange and pink. Tyler’s blonde vanished hours ago, so he’s three beers deep, starting a bonfire with some other Marines he ran into. The crackle of wood and bass from someone’s speaker cover everything.