"Yes… I would do that," she insisted, voice breathy and eager, sitting up a little on her elbows, eyes sparkling. "Because I don't want you to get sunburn… and you're so sweet helping me out. I want that."
"But I'm not finished yet, Lan," I said low, squeezing her inner thighs good—fingers digging deep into the soft, thick meat, brushing deliberate over her pussy lips through the thin bikini, feeling the swollen heat and wetness.
"Alex… what else is left… ahh…" she moaned wrecked, pushing her hips subtle so my fingers would "accidentally" brush her pussy again, body begging silent, thighs parting wider instinctive.
"I need to properly apply the cream… I don't want you to get tanned," I said casual, squeezing her thighs harder, feeling the warmth, the jiggle—how I wished to eat those thighs, bury my face between them, suck the soft flesh like an animal, squeeze my head tight while slurping her pussy juices deep.
