Not Sorry

Nikki stretches out on the lounge, one hand sliding between her thighs. She had planned this trip to fuck her boyfriend outside whenever she wanted. Alone now, she settles for her own fingers in the sun. The water glints. Her breath comes slow and tight. Alberto steps back outside earlier than expected. He watches. Nikki does not cover up. She keeps moving her hand, eyes locked on him. He crosses the patio and drops to his knees at the edge of the chair. His mouth finds the inside of her thigh, then lower. Two fingers press in, slick, working her open while his tongue circles. Nikki grabs the back of his head and pushes him deeper. He adds a third finger, stretching her slow until she rocks against his hand. Alberto turns her onto her stomach, palms spreading her ass. He works one finger inside that tighter ring, then two, easing her open while she pushes back onto him. When she’s panting, he stands, lines up, and sinks into her ass in one long thrust. Nikki moans into the cushion. He fucks her steady, deep, then pulls out and brings his cock to her mouth. She takes him down without pause, tasting herself on him, throat working. Alberto pulls her up, turns her, bends her over the chair again and drives back in. Skin slaps skin. Sweat beads. He fingers her ass while his cock stays buried, switching holes only long enough to keep her shaking. Nikki comes hard, gripping the frame of the chair, legs trembling. Alberto keeps moving until he finishes, pulling out at the last second and painting her lower back. They stay there, breathing hard, sun still high.