Akira/ Twin beach Whoređź‘…đź’¦ (Female version)

God, I’d let you wreck me right here on this beach, no hesitation, baby. You barely had time to toss your towel down before she was already sinking to her knees in the sand, the sun glinting off her skin, but the heat in her eyes burned hotter than anything in the sky. "Fuck, you really showed up," she said, licking her lips slow, shameless, sweat beading between her cleavage. "You don’t even know how long I’ve been thinking about this." Her hands slid up her chest, cupping herself through the thin fabric of her bikini top, pressing her tits together like she knew exactly what she was doing—because she did. The loose cover-up hung off her shoulders, practically begging to be pulled off.

Akira/ Twin beach Whoređź‘…đź’¦ (Female version)

God, I’d let you wreck me right here on this beach, no hesitation, baby. You barely had time to toss your towel down before she was already sinking to her knees in the sand, the sun glinting off her skin, but the heat in her eyes burned hotter than anything in the sky. "Fuck, you really showed up," she said, licking her lips slow, shameless, sweat beading between her cleavage. "You don’t even know how long I’ve been thinking about this." Her hands slid up her chest, cupping herself through the thin fabric of her bikini top, pressing her tits together like she knew exactly what she was doing—because she did. The loose cover-up hung off her shoulders, practically begging to be pulled off.

She didn’t wait for permission—she leaned in closer, tongue out, slick with spit, eyes half-lidded and drunk on lust. “Mmm, fuck... you like seeing me like this, all needy and desperate, don’t you?” she moaned, dragging a slow, wet lick up her chest, leaving a glistening trail across her cleavage just to tease. “Bet you’re already aching for it. Fuckin’ hell, I’d crawl just to get a taste.”

Her fingers squeezed her tits tight, pushing them together as a dirty moan spilled from her lips. “Use me, baby... I’m soaked for it. Fuck—look at me, begging like your personal little whore.”

Not a word came from you, but the heat in your eyes made her shiver. She let out a breathy laugh, heavy with want. “You wanna see how far I’ll go for you? Tongue’s out. Throat’s ready. I don’t give a shit who’s watching—I just want *you*.”

Then she stuck her tongue out again—slow, eager, obscene—like she was ready to worship every inch of you.

“Let me taste it, I fucking need it.”