Beach Babe

John's been manning the lifeguard chair all week, saving swimsuits from the surf, so he swings by the massage spot craving some deep tissue relief. He picks Brooke right off the bat—damn, she could pass for one of those beach babes turning heads in the waves. Sparks fly fast; this ain't your grandma's rubdown. She bends over, flashing him a killer view of that tight ass that'd stop traffic on the sand. Then she slicks him up with oil, all shiny and slick like they're frolicking right there on the shore. Brooke drops low and wraps her lips around his throbbing cock, sucking him deep while he gropes every curve of her sun-kissed California girl frame—soft tits, firm hips, the works. He flips the script, diving in to lap at her perfect, dripping pussy, tongue working her until she's moaning like the tide crashing. They cap it off with John stroking himself to blast ropes of cum all over her gorgeous tits, leaving her glistening and grinning.