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All right We’re at the beach It’s a socially acceptable excuse to strip to al

To take look at us, practically fucking pictures in al

I kick off my sandals, toss my t-shirt over my head, do aith my shorts

Leighton lets out a soft sigh

Her eyes go wide “I didn’t think you were a Speedo guy But uh… You, uh…”

“It’s comfortable”

“Really?”

“And that?”

“Aren’t we shallow?” She bends at her waist and digs through her bag

Fuck, that swiht

I can see every line of her folds

My eyelids press together

For a second, I see it—that bikini on the ground, ers in her cunt, her hands around her ankles

I force myself to avert htness, decide exactly how she wants to frame this

“There” She round Bring out those beautiful eyes”