03/03/2026
My real story 😉
The water received us differently: for him — as an obedient element, for me — with splashes and ripples, because I couldn't stand still when his hands clenched on my buttocks.👩❤️💋👩
We didn't bother with un******ng — we just stepped into the coolness with our sweat-slicked bodies. He pressed me against the edge, against that warm, rough stone, and I wrapped my legs around him. The water immediately filled the space between us, but only for a second.
When he entered in me 🫦, the rhythm was set not by me, not by him, but by the water itself. Waves crashed against the side of the pool in time with every thrust. I dug my nails into his shoulders, holding on tight — because I needed something to anchor me, or else I'd simply be swept away by the current, or by my own heartbeat.
Drops ran down his face, and I couldn't tell if it was water, or sweat, or the spray from my hair as I tossed it from side to side. He kissed my neck, bit down on my skin, and those bites echoed somewhere deep in my belly, mixing with the cool of the water and the heat inside me.
The climax hit us suddenly. I threw my head back, sinking my teeth into my lip to keep from screaming across the whole yard, and I felt him jerk into me, his grip tightening on my thighs. For a second, the world shrank to just this edge, just his lips on my shoulder, and the faint ripples that slowly faded, carrying away the trembling with them. ❤️
