Pocahontas at the pool

Pocahontas stretches out on the poolside lounge, dark hair spilling across the cushion. She peels her bikini away, piece by piece, until sunlight touches every inch of bare skin. The top lands first, then the bottoms slide down her thighs. She parts her legs, settles back, and lets her fingers wander. They trace the curve of her full breasts before drifting lower, stroking between her folds with slow, deliberate circles. Her breath catches each time her fingertips press just right, and she keeps going, eyes half-lidded, chasing every small jolt of pleasure under the open sky.