There she laid, basking in the sun's rays. The oil on her skin glistening; twinkling sparks dancing on her back. Her love handles jiggled cutely as she moved to retrieve her book from her bag. Flipping through the pages, she found the last pit stop in her mindful adventure and slinked off into more mystery. She bit her bottom lip and my blood rushed. Her hair was messily propped at the back of her head, exposing the sleekly sweet nape of her neck, and without permission my eyes groped the contours of her body. I could feel my fingers twitching. Sand trickled over the back of her thighs as she steadily kicked her heels in the air. Her hips raised as she adjusted herself, and my feet leapt out from under me. She turned and smiled, barely wording "Hi love," as I fell on her and let my passion run through.
(photo via Net-A-Porter.com)
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