Leya Gets Manhandled by the Pool

Leya manhandled me against the warm pool tiles before I even knew what hit me, her steady grip leaving me breathless she slid a hand down my chest and the water lapped at our hips while her fingers traced lower making my skin prickle in the summer heat she dragged me back inside laughing low and rough then dropped to her knees near the edge giving me that dirty look of hers my hips twitched as her wet hair brushed my thighs and when she pressed her lips to me every thought dripped away into the cool air slow retrieval then sudden greed had me fisting her locks moaning soft as she swallowed me whole pulling away just to smirk she loved that tease waiting for me to pin her to the chaise lounge for round two we ran it all over again and honestly watching her yield under my grip felt far hotter than any dip but I wanted nothing like the pounds before her cunt clamped my cock like a snug salted glove the need ran deep and sweaty slick and hot hell I might lose all logic wanting that weight against my jaw clicking grab her ass damn nails drawl down packed hundereds of sun heated danger