She does.

Angel took a deep breath and looked back up to Victor. While his face did not change, his eyes appeared to be looking for permission to move forward. Letting him sweat it out a few more moments, Angel hesitated before leaning in and bringing her lips back to his. The embrace was a bit more passionate than before, both of them knowing what was about to happen. With her eyes closed, Angel waited for Victor's touch between her legs. She felt his hand slowly slide under her black bikini bottom before reaching her soft mound. Angel gave a slight groan as the first of his pale fingers **** their way inside.

Victor began to fit as many fingers as he could inside her, while still being able to move and stimulate her cunt. He stopped at three and began to gradually pick up the pace. Angel was able to maintain her kiss for about a minute, until her panting caused her to break the embrace. She tried to catch her breath as she became lost in not only the pleasure she was feeling but the sound of her wet womanhood being ravaged as well. While she tried to touch or grab any part of Victor she was unable to, passing the point of no return and laying completely on her back.

Making the most of this opportunity, Victor slid his free hand down the obstructing bikini bottom and began to tease her swollen clit. This immediately caused Angel to moan in delight before quickly grabbing a nearby pillow to cover her face. While she knew the manager wasn't going to come by anytime soon, she definitely didn’t want to cause any unneeded attention with her moaning. The pillow did its job, successfully subduing her increasing loud carnal sounds coming from her mouth.

Angel felt her hips begin to buckle into Victor's strong fingers. Her back began to arch as she knew she was so close. With one hand she tried to secure the pillow as close to her mouth as she could. With the other she reached into her open top and cupped one of her heaving tits. Her legs began to spasm as her body finally tensed up before a rush of arrousal spread throughout her body. Completely engulfed in ecstasy, she could barely hear the soaking wet sound caused by Victor's hands echoing through the cabana. Victor left his hand inside her unfazed and still, cracking a smile at the site of the young girls hips still slowly humping his fingertips.

“Well look at that,” Victor blurted out. Angel moved the pillow thinking he was talking about the display of her drenched bottoms and her covered face. But when she looked his gaze was towards the TV. “Looks like your friend is in the final.” Angel turned her attention to the screen as she saw Ava make her way in front of the crowd.