I take a shower while he orders dinner. When I come out, he’s tying my bikini bottom over his face, swimmer's muscles rippling, speedo bulging...

‘This'll be fine for pickup, right?’

His mischievous eyes hook my pussy and reel me in. I rip the fabric off and lash him with lips and tongue, my own aroma intoxicating.

I push him on the bed, crawl up his body and straddle his mouth. Gravelly stubble. Slippery tongue. I cum hard, grinding my clit over his nose.

'They say we should cover our face whenever possible,' he mumbles.

‘Sounds good to me.’