Just apply the sunblock and get this over with.

Groaning, you apply more sunblock to your hands and rub it in. You move one leg over Zoe to kneel over her plush rear. Staring down at the weirdo's bare back, you feel your semi-hard cock twitch. You try to think of un-sexy thoughts. Your mom. Your grandma. Old nuns. REALLY old nuns. Miley Cyrus. Nothing seems to be working, so you figure it's best to just hurry it up.

You place your palms on Zoe's shoulder blades, massaging circles as you work the sunblock into her shapely back. From up here, you can see the way the sides of her breasts bulge out from either side of her torso as she lays on them, the way her shoulders go into a waist that, while not the thinnest, definitely supports childbearing hips, voluptuous thighs, and a large, soft ass.

Your hands slide down the freak's back, feeling the curves and edges of her spine and back muscles. Well, for a given definition of "muscle." Zoe isn't exactly an athlete. Having said that, despite all the teasing she gets, she's not exactly fat. Curvy, yes. She ain't no supermodel, but she's definitely not overweight for her rather short height. You're actually starting to wonder why you bullied her all those years... She's not bad looking now that you can see her body nearly naked.

As your finger tips dip dangerously close to the swell of her ass and cleft of her asscrack, you hear Zoe moan in a manner that makes tingles go through you. Your cock beats another notch up on the erection scale and your focus is so broken, your hands slip up and you nearly fall over from the delicate balance you have on your knees. Instead, your hands find their way to just under Zoe's arms, where you get a fingerful of boob.

You don't know if Zoe is the bustiest among the girls in your life, but... You can't deny these are some top-tier tiddies. Warm, soft, jiggly. You feel your breathing quicken at the feel of your fingers curved around the sideways swell of the weirdo's tits. Shaking your head, you get your wits about you, but as you're about to pull away, you feel a foot against your back.

"Don't stop. Keep your hands on them... Please."

Zoe sounds needy, ****. You crane your neck and see her looking up at you, one heavy-lidded eye peeking out from her messily-cropped bangs. Her face is flushed and her breathing is heavy. Is she seriously saying she wants you to "apply sunblock" to her tits, or is she trying to trick you?