Sunblock Stories

A heatwave, a chance for us to top up our tans. I asked you to put sunblock on me. Your big hands massaged it into my skin, and then roughly pulled my bikini down. First, it was nipples that you squeezed and pulled, making me groan. Then your hand trespassed below my bikini bottoms, rubbing my already soaking slit in a way that only you can. Your large fingers worked in and out of me, making my back arch. I reached for my...