Kayla was still lying on her side on the opposite sunbed, body angled so she could look at me. The position pressed her soft tits together under the t-shirt, the fabric stretching across them. Her thick thighs were slightly parted, and the thin yoga pants did nothing to hide the soft, clear outline of her cameltoe. Fuck.
I smiled at her. "Shall we start a little early?"
"An early opening, you say?"
Kayla smirked, then pushed herself up from the sunbed. I straightened out so I was lying flat on my back. She climbed over, straddled my lap, and leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was slow at first, then deeper. She started grinding against me, her soft, thick ass moving in slow circles. My cock was already hard and trapped uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants, every roll of her hips made it ache.
Kayla clearly felt it. She lifted herself just enough to reach down, pull my pants open, and free my cock. It sprang up hard and throbbing between us.
