The afternoon sun beat down on the private beach as Damien and I lay on a large beach towel under a shaded cabana. My bikini was tiny — a skimpy red string set that barely covered my n*****s and left most of my a*s exposed. Damien had chosen it for me that morning, his eyes dark with l**t when I modeled it for him. After the intense morning f**k in the master bedroom, my p***y still felt tender and full of his dried c*m, a constant secret reminder of what we’d done.
Our parents had texted earlier — they were cutting their spa trip short and would be back by evening instead of tomorrow night. The news should have made me panic and put an end to our f*******n games. Instead, it only made everything hotter. The risk of getting caught added a dangerous thrill that had my c**t throbbing all da
