Zoe gets frisky.

You're surprised when she places her lips on yours again. For a split second, you think she just stumbled when she tried to get up, but as she pulls away, you see her licking her lips with a twinkle to her eyes. Shit... she's fucking with you, isn't she?

Of course, Zoe's dreamed of tasting you for over a year now. Now that she's on top of you, your dick between her thighs, and your lips right before her... Well, she doesn't know if she'll ever be able to recreate this situation. So throwing caution to the wind and ignoring the few tourists and locals staring, she decides... she's going to follow her heart.

And her libido.

She kisses you again, much to your confusion. You mumble into her lips, but even this is silenced when she slips her tongue in. Her hands wrap around your neck and she moans into your mouth. She reminds you of the cat who caught the canary, or a dog in hog heaven. She must really like torturing and humiliating you...

She pulls her lips away to giggle, then goes back to tongue-diving you. Your face is flushed and your cock is throbbing between her thighs. To your frustration, Zoe begins to squeeze her pillowy thighs around your boner. She's not exactly fit or flexible, so it's awkward, but... It still feels like your cock is being rubbed and squeezed between two pillows. You're already dangerously close to cumming... Even with how awkward and lacking in expert stimulation this thigh-job is, you feel your balls churning.

She pulls away to catch her breath, her face flushed. "Zoe, what the fuck are you doing?" you whisper.

"Something I've wanted to do for a year," she says, giggling as she kisses you again. Mmmm... you taste better than she imagined. Better than her favorite pizza!

When she pulls away again, you ask "Get **** on me for picking on you? Shit... I should've known a weirdo like you would hold a grudge that long..."

That gives her pause. You figure it's because she's surprised you figured her out. Then she sighs and buries her face in your chest. You hear a guttural scream of frustration that's muffled by your chest.

You notice the people whispering around you. Five of them... "Zoe, I think you've humiliated me enough. Can I have those clothes please?" you plead.

Zoe tenses. Uh oh... She buried your clothes in the sand, and she planned to get them back, but... now she can't remember what part of the featureless beach sand she buried them in. And more importantly...

She was lying about having clothes for you in her bag!

But she can't let this end! She might never get another chance and she still hasn't gotten through to you!