In Croatia

My Croatian vacation had me hunting the coastline, eyes drinking the water until the sea lit me up. The heat built slow, pooling between my thighs, so I slipped off my clothes, leaned against the sun-warmed stone, and ran my hand where it begged to be touched. Each stroke came quicker than the last, wet fingers sliding over slick skin as the tide below matched my pulse. My body bowed forward, ass lifting, every curve tightening while the climax rushed through me in one long, trembling pull.