You gaze at Anna one last time. She’s wide awake, although a little shell-shocked. You must have given her a good fucking, and you cop one last feel off of her breast before you kiss her goodbye.
She looks up at you, uncertain of what to make of this, and you say: “Don’t worry, Anna. More will come later.”
She visibly relaxes, and reaches out to put on her bra and bikini bottoms again. There’s a slight rip in the fabric where you treated it roughly, but there’s nothing she can do about that. You hastily brush the sand off of your body, cleaning yourself as quickly as you can while you slip on the rest of your clothing.
It’s now slightly wrinkled and covered in sand, and you smell like sex, but at least you’ll be able to find Natalia now. |