What Tanya's waiting for?

Tanya Tate waits in the pool, half-naked, her full breasts barely covered by the water. She watches Lauro Giotto approach from the far edge. He reaches her quickly and they waste no time, hands sliding over wet skin, mouths meeting hard. They trade kisses, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, his palms cupping her ass beneath the surface. The caresses turn impatient. She sinks lower, water at her shoulders, takes him into her mouth and works him with slow, wet pulls, her blonde hair slicked back. He pulls her up, turns her, and drives into her from behind, hips slapping the surface. The pool echoes with their breaths and the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin. Tanya arches, pushes back to meet every thrust, pleasure clear on her face as they move together with steady, hungry purpose.