After Pool Backsplash

The pool water clings to Mariana's skin, turning that red bikini into little more than a second layer. Her body moves through the cold water and leaves heat in its wake. Raul watches from the edge, every curve pulling him in. When she steps out, dripping, he can't hold back. He pulls the bikini aside and runs his hands over her full, natural breasts. Fingers sink lower, parting the red fabric to stroke her wet slit. She bends for him, offering more. His hand works between her cheeks, slick with pool water and her own juices, until she opens for him. One finger, then two, stretching her tight hole while she pushes back for more. His cock follows, sliding deep into her ass with a slow, deliberate thrust that makes her moan. She stays bent over the deck, gripping the edge, taking every inch while the sun dries the water on her pale skin.