Sunny beach

Dorothy hits the beach for two simple reasons. She wants the sun on her skin and she wants every guy nearby to stare. The tiny bikini she chose does the job. It barely holds those big tits, and the thin straps dig into soft flesh. Heads turn. Conversations die. Dorothy knows exactly what she’s showing, and she likes it. She opens the bottle of oil and pours it over her thighs. Her hands move slow, sliding the slick liquid across firm muscle, then over the full curve of her ass. Every pass leaves her skin glistening. Men shift in their chairs, fighting erections they can’t hide. Dorothy keeps rubbing, completely relaxed, like she’s alone with the ocean. The sun beats down. The oil drips. And the attention never stops.