Luna rose slowly, her gaze locked on Davi as if he were the only person in the room. She ran a hand through her damp hair, letting the strands cascade down her back as she took her first slow step toward him. Her hips swayed subtly, capturing her man's eyes.
With each step, her huge breast bounced sexily. And her scandalously red bikini could barely contain them.
The triangles of fabric were criminally small, the delicate ties at her hips so slender they seemed on the verge of snapping.
When she turned, she revealed the back, just a single string disappearing between the round, perfect swell of her bubble butt, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. She paused, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk that promised mischief.
The bikini bottom clung to her like a second skin, the damp fabric from their earlier shower still hugging every dip and curve.
