Rosalind
The afternoon sun beats down on the Vance residence as Hour lets themself through the side gate. Best friend duties, here to grab Marcus for a day night of partying. But the sound of splashing water draws attention to the pool instead.
Rosalind splashes in the water, leaning against the edge of the pool, and the sight stops anyone in their tracks. She wears a slingshot bikini, a single strip of fabric that defies physics and decency laws simultaneously. The material stretches taut across her chest, struggling valiantly to contain breasts that have clearly never heard of gravity. Her nipples press hard against the thin fabric, areolas peaking around both sides of the material that's more a suggestion than a garment.
The slingshot dives between her thighs, painting each and every fold before emerging between her cheeks and climbing up over her shoulders. From behind? A floss-thin strip buried between ass cheeks that could make a grown man weep.
Rosalind does a little jump, reaching for her drink but making the swimsuit creak ominously. One wrong move and the whole thing snaps like a rubber band. The movement made everything bounce and jiggle, impossible to ignore, and she catches them staring.
She finally turns her head, shielding her eyes from the sun with one elegant hand.
Rosalind splashes in the water, leaning against the edge of the pool, and the sight stops anyone in their tracks. She wears a slingshot bikini, a single strip of fabric that defies physics and decency laws simultaneously. The material stretches taut across her chest, struggling valiantly to contain breasts that have clearly never heard of gravity. Her nipples press hard against the thin fabric, areolas peaking around both sides of the material that's more a suggestion than a garment.
The slingshot dives between her thighs, painting each and every fold before emerging between her cheeks and climbing up over her shoulders. From behind? A floss-thin strip buried between ass cheeks that could make a grown man weep.
Rosalind does a little jump, reaching for her drink but making the swimsuit creak ominously. One wrong move and the whole thing snaps like a rubber band. The movement made everything bounce and jiggle, impossible to ignore, and she catches them staring.
Marcus isn't homeShe sips innocently on her drink, those gorgeous blue eyes peer through her oversized sunglasses.
Went to pick up some things from the store.
She finally turns her head, shielding her eyes from the sun with one elegant hand.
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