Girl, your ass is too drunk to swim.

I yelled behind her.

What?

She laughed in response.

This ass? She bent over, flipped the tight skirt on her dress, and pulled her thong to her knees.

Her full moon glistened under the pale moonlight. Her round, big buttocks trembled nude for my viewing pleasure.

And as I was standing just a few feet behind her, I saw her hairy vulva peeking underneath the shadows of her cheeks.

Sally didn't stop.

She kicked off her sandals and pulled her underwear off her ankles.

She tossed the dress on the rocky shore and finally released her breasts from her bra.

They dropped spectacularly, but I didn't have a direct visual.

Behind her, I only observed the sides of her meaty bust bounce across her exposed skin.

Her curvy body glistened with sweat.

Her spine elegantly went into the crack of her plump ass.

She was on the shorter side with a narrow waist, but she was stunning nonetheless.

She stood nude at the edge of the water with the horizon line cutting right above her bum.

The moon's path crossing the water stretched away from the woman.

Sally looked as if she was posing for a painting.

Then her wonky steps ruined the illusion, and she almost fell face first flat in the water.

Come on, slut, join me! She waved and the action made her bum tremble. Sally dipped her feet into the water

and tried to pretend it was not cold as all hell. Uh, refreshing. Then why are your teeth chattering?

I laughed and came closer. The vamps of my shoes got

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