A little diddy to go along with the Pride Competition.
My fingertips dance on what tingles as I watch her bountiful ass play peekaboo in the rise and fall of the water.
I envy the ocean lapping between her legs, issuing frothy kisses.
Her nipples pop out torturing my tongue.
I want her. I am told to want a him.
Distracting my lustful eyes, a bottle washes up beside me with a message to my heart.
I smile. Untying my bikini, I walk naked, proudly facing the waves to reach her.
“I see you got the message,” she whispers, nibbling my lobe, sliding fingers inside me.