Tropical Fever

Kitana Lure smooths sunscreen over her bare skin, the lotion already turning to sweat under the midday sun. The heat makes everything slick. Max Fonda finds her there, palms sliding along her oiled curves before either can pretend otherwise. He drops to his knees, tongue chasing every bead of sweat across her thighs, her stomach, the heavy swell of her breasts. Kitana pushes him back, wraps those same tits around his cock, and strokes him between the slick, tight press of flesh. When he can’t hold it, he pulls free and paints thick stripes across her round ass, white against sun-browned skin, the load sliding down the cleft.