Playboy Splash - Episode 2

Heat rippled over the water. She climbed the ladder dripping, skin slick under the sun, nipples tight from the chill air. The bikini strings clung to her hips and bit into the soft swell of her ass. When she reached the deck she paused, letting the water run in thin rivers down her stomach and between her thighs. A pool attendant handed her a towel. She caught his wrist instead. Pulled him close. Kissed him without asking. Her tongue slid against his, tasting chlorine and salt. Her hand found the front of his trunks. She felt him stiffen, thick and hot, pressing against the fabric. She rubbed once, slow, deliberate. Then she dropped to one knee. Pulled the waistband down. His cock sprang free, flushed dark at the tip. She licked the slit clean, tasting precum mixed with pool water. Her lips closed around the head. She took him deeper, throat opening easily, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth onto her bare breasts. He groaned. His fingers tangled in her wet hair. She pulled back, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. Stood again. Turned. Bent over the lounge chair. Slid the bikini bottoms aside. Pussy glistening. She looked back over her shoulder. He stepped forward, gripped her hips, pushed in. The stretch made her gasp. He fucked her hard, skin slapping wetly each time he bottomed out. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Someone watched from the other side of the pool. She smiled, eyes half-lidded, and spread her legs wider.