‘Lick me harder,’ that deep, practiced voice commands from between her legs—sun-kissed skin glistening with sweat and something else. Thighs trembling on the edge of the pool deck, one hand tangled in his hair while the other grips a palm tree for balance. Bikini bottoms pushed aside, he dives in like a student memorizing every curve of her experience. She’s been doing this since before he was born—ass wiggling, tits jiggling under flimsy fabric as she rides his face. ‘Fuck yes… deeper…’ The way she talks? Like she’s ordering room service at a five-star hotel where she holds all the cards. Then—switch.