Zoe makes her move on you.

The ‘weird girl’ moniker the school collectively gave Zoe seems so distant, and so untrue when she takes another step closer to you. All you see right now is a horny, voluptuous woman eyeing you (and your tiny cock) with an unimaginable depth of lust. When the brunette takes one more nervous stride closer, she frees her glorious Double-D boobs from the confines of that tight, curve-hugging one piece.

Rebecca’s feet seem almost glued to the sand, her chest heaving between hot breaths, and her hand creeping toward her bikini bottoms as she watches this lurid scene unfold. “Oh fuck do I wish I had my phone right now…” she curses under her breath.

While the cheerleader snakes a finger between the lips her dripping vulva, Zoe keeps striding slowly closer to you until her massive, pale breasts are pressing you into the back wall— pinning you with all the **** of her salacious intents. And you are so unspeakably erect that it’s painful.

Her choppy hair falls over gorgeous brown eyes, and her hands each find a place on your naked body to perch; forcing a moan from your lips as she gropes your ass like a stress toy. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife, and Zoe breaks the silence when she finally speaks, “Sam, I… I want to tell you something important. Something I’ve wanted to, to say for like, a long time now…”

You can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest as this socially awkward girl tries to open her heart to you, but with all this excitement in the air, you feel a burst of confidence that’s almost like a ****. Before Zoe can finish her sentence, you grab the small of her neck, and pull her in for a deep, passionate kiss.

Within seconds, you feel her tongue slide into your throat, and you embrace each other like ivy; the brunette pulling your crotch so close that your mini-dick starts tugging her swimsuit away from her pussy. The feeling of locking lips with this shy woman is electric until the moment it stops, and you both fight for air as the French kiss comes to an abrupt end. Neither of you know whether that make out session lasted for seconds, minutes, or hours. You just know it wasn’t nearly long enough.

You pant, coyly smiling as you ask Zoe, “So… what was it you were trying to say?”

Her mouth still agape with arousal, the woman in your arms gathers her senses enough to speak up again. Making certain to look you dead in the eyes, she says, “I… I want you to put your cute little penis inside me, and then fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

“Sam, fuck me Right Now.”