7inukbi36
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My fantasy right now involves me lying on a tropical beach, soaking up the rays in my tight speedos. I see a couple walk towards me (see attached photos); they smile as they get closer and settle down on the loungers next to mine. I glance across at their sun-kissed bodies, enjoying the expanse of flesh that is on display. I drink in the sight of her gorgeous womanly curves, which are barely contained by her skimpy Wicked Weasel string bikini. He rolls onto his front and I gasp slightly when he reveals that his Olaf Benz swimsuit is also a thong. She starts to rub suntan oil onto his toned back and as her hands caress his smooth flesh; my eyes are drawn to the thin black strap of material that bisects the perfect rounded cheeks of his cute bubble-butt. Her hands brush lower and she makes of a show of massaging the dripping oil into his now glistening buttocks. He's clearly enjoying the attention and he starts to squirm against the lounger as her fingers 'accidently' brush against his thong-clad balls. She giggles as she finishes up and then winks at me as she sashays off down the beach towards the turquoise sea. I'm hypnotised by the rhythmic swaying of her hips, and the slow jiggling of her heavy, rounded ass captivates me. She dives into the surf and disappears from view. My eyes return to him and I realise that he has turned onto his back. His arousal from earlier is still evident, his thick, swollen cock strains against the black, wet-look material of his swim thong. He catches me staring and smiles back at me reassuringly, his own eyes wandering admiringly over my toned and glistening body. The spell is broken as both of us turn to watch her sway back across the sugary, white sand towards us. As she gets closer I realise that thin material of her pink bikini has been made completely transparent by her immersion in the crystal clear waters. Her swollen nipples ("from the cold or arousal?” I ask myself) press against the diaphanous material of her bikini top. Her skimpy thong also leaves little to the imagination as the soaking fabric clings to her mons revealing that she is fully shaven. He whispers to her as she starts to dry herself off and they both glance across towards me. She slowly walks across to me and leans down, her dripping body only inches from mine now. She beckons me closer and whispers in my straining ear, "Would you like to come back to our hotel room with us?"..................
Ok i'm aroused, well more than aroused.....