Naked Scripts
“Watching you sit there all day full of my cum.”
I whimper, already reaching for his shorts.
“Jake—someone could—”
“Let them watch,” he says, yanking my bikini top down again.
My tits spill into his hands. He groans, drops to his knees in the sand, and sucks one nipple into his mouth so hard I see stars.
“Fuck—Jake—”
He bites down, just enough sting, then switches to the other, sucking deep and sloppy, leaving them shiny with spit and firelight.
“These tits,” he mutters against my skin, “been killing me all day.”