Those words made my pulse surge in my ears. I paused for a moment, forgetting the hot afternoon sun on my back, the sound of the waves against the hull and the smell of the ocean in my nostrils.
Monique shifted a little, causing the delicious swell of her buttocks to arch up ever so invitingly. I tipped the bottle of lotion over the twin hills of her backside and let the oil slowly pour over her naked skin, even allowing some of it to seep into the cleft where her thong disappeared.
I heard Monique murmur and coo and, when I began to rub and kneed the firm, hard muscles of her glorious buttocks, she began to moan between short gasps.
I was in my glory, my hands drinking in her buttocks, thighs and hips until she suddenly turned around and asked me to do her front.
It was wonderful rubb
