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He followed where her eyes looked, straight at the swelling tent in his swim trunks. John got a little embarrassed and looked back up at her with a blush. Her eyes returned to looking at his, and she licked her lips. She reached down to the zipper on her skirt and pulled it down. She wiggled her hips and took it off, revealing white string bikini bottoms. Then she unbuttoned the blouse from the top, grinning lustily the whole time, and she took it off as well. She was wearing a very skimpy white string bikini top that matched the bottoms; it only barely contained her softball-sized orbs. He really knew why she won last year. He thought he was hard before, but now he had stainless steel in his shorts.

"So, are you ready for the talent test?" she asked while pushing her tits together, increasing her already impressive cleavage to cum-in-your-pants proportions.

"Um, yes! Please proceed!" he replied perhaps a touch too enthusiastically. He isn't sure what would be appropriate in this circumstance, so he let her progress things.

Cheryl sauntered toward John, her hips swishing like a playground swing. "Well, first I need to test your mouth and tongue," she said as she placed her arms around his neck and kissed him delicately on the lips. He returned the kiss, though rather surprised, but passionately, running his tongue out between his lips to brush across hers. She opened and sucked his tongue into her mouth, twisting her tongue around it teasingly. He really got into the kiss and held this lovely creature in his arms. Their tongues danced back and forth between their mouths; generating quite a bit of electricity in their bodies.

Her hands roamed across his back and came to rest on his butt. She pulled his body tight to hers and slowly moved against him. Her belly firmly rubbed his cock through the thin material of his swim trunks. He was sure she could feel his rigidity on her skin.