Her back bare now—smooth Vietnamese skin shining in the sun, curve of her spine dipping perfect down to that wide, fertile ass, shoulders soft and narrow compared to the flare below.
Yeah—I could lick her good, tongue tracing every inch from neck to crack, tasting the salt and heat.
She folded the dress quick—hands shaky—and turned back shy, arms crossing loose over her chest like she could hide, but nothing hiding the full view: black bikini hugging her thick figure perfect, the top a small triangle style barely containing her massive boobs, heavy and round spilling over the edges with faint nipple outlines poking hard through the thin fabric, hiding the dark peaks just enough to tease, belly soft and flat leading to wide hips, thong wedged deep front and back, pussy lips subtle outline swollen and inviting.
Men nearby glanced—some longer, pretending to look at the sea but eyes drifting back hungry, wives pulling husbands away sharp or glaring jealous.
