Backstage with Dorothy Black

The sun slams down on the Danube, heat thick enough to taste. Perfect day for the river. Dorothy and I climb aboard. Her big tits are already out, nipples tight in the light, nothing covering them while the sightseeing boats slide past on both sides. She leans against the rail and lets the breeze hit them. I watch a few water-skiers turn their heads. Dorothy just smiles and arches her back, pushing those heavy breasts out farther, daring anyone to stare. The boat rocks under our feet. She steps close, takes my hand and puts it on her bare skin, right there in the open, where the tourists and the skiers can all see. Her skin burns under my palm. No hesitation, no cover. She turns, brushes against me, tits brushing my arm while the river keeps moving around us. Every time a boat passes, she stays exposed, nipples hard, legs apart, letting the whole stretch of water watch what we’re doing.