Sunscreen Massage

Max finds Aisha stretched out on the lounge chair, skin already slick with sunscreen and catching the light. He kneels beside her and starts rubbing the lotion over her small, natural tits. His palms slide across every curve until her nipples tighten under his thumbs. When his fingers reach the edge of her bathing suit bottoms, he pushes the fabric aside and sinks two digits inside her. She’s already wet. Aisha grabs his wrist, pulls him up, and they move into the house. The moment they reach the white couch, Max drops his trunks. Aisha drops to her knees. Her mouth opens around him, tongue working the head while her hand strokes the shaft until he’s thick and ready. She stands, pushes him back, and climbs on. One smooth motion and she takes every inch, hips rolling slow and deep while he grips her waist. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin and the low, steady rhythm of her riding him.