Cumming by the Pool With Shrima

Shrima glides through the hotel pool in her little flower-print bikini, waiting on her after-hours guy. He shows up already half-hard from the ride up in the elevator. His trunks hit the concrete first. He peels the top off her next. Sun on her tits, his mouth right behind it. She sinks down and takes him in, slow and wet, while the water laps at their ankles. He bends her over the lounge chair, pushes inside, and doesn’t stop until he’s painting her face with thick white streaks that drip down to the stone below.