Brazilian heat

The sun had left its mark. She came back from the sand still tasting salt on her skin, hips swaying from the weight of that round, tight ass. As soon as the door clicked shut she stripped, letting the tiny bikini fall to the floor. Her body caught the light through the blinds—lean stomach, smooth tan lines, and a full, perfect curve she couldn’t keep her hands off. Fingers slid between her thighs without hesitation. She pressed two deep, slow at first, then faster, fucking herself with the same hunger the beach had stoked. The moans came quick and soft, legs spread wide on the sheets, every thrust of her wrist making that ass clench and tremble. She didn’t stop until her breath broke and her thighs shook, lost in the slick, aching need the day had left her with.