Slapping waves crash outside the dim cabin. Blonde stands tall, bare feet on wood floor, green skirt teasing up long legs toward metal bedframe. Grey dress clings to her curves, window glow lighting the wait. Beach shifts — yellow fabric hugs her body, hand on buzzcut guys chest, surfboard propped nearby, tape marking the spot. Diner booth next, red seats framing her seated close, his arm around as coffee steams. Pussy lips part in anticipation. Tits strain fabric. Cock twitches unseen. She leans in, lips parted, ready to drop low in that yellow number.