With Sandy on St. Martin

Sandy sprawls on white linen, body flushed from the sun. She slides one hand between her legs and works two fingers inside, slow and deliberate. The sun catches her tan lines, then her wet fingers as she pulls them out and circles her clit. She flips onto all fours, ass high, spreads herself wider and keeps going. A second finger joins the first. She rocks back, moaning low, then reaches back to spread her cheeks for the camera. Her hips roll with each thrust. The room is bright, the windows open. Sweat beads at the base of her spine. She doesn’t stop until her thighs shake.