Body Language - Part 7

She’s barely out of the cabana before he’s got her up against the lounge chair. Brunette hair damp from the pool, tits already out, legs spread wide. His big dick slaps heavy against her belly, and she just grins like she’s been waiting for it all day. Vintage feel to the whole thing—bright sun, retro swimwear pushed to the side, bodies slick with water and sweat. He bends her over the chair, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding that thick cock straight in. She moans loud when he bottoms out, and he doesn’t let up, fucking her hard enough the chair rocks on the tiles. Every thrust slaps wet skin on wet skin. She pushes back, greedy for every inch, while he grabs a fistful of that dark hair and keeps pounding like the neighbors might catch them any second.