[A surge of heat goes through Jester, I need you in that bed sending her all warm and shivery for a second, and she tugs at the strings of her swimsuit, the bottoms falling to the floor and joined a moment later by her top. She kisses Beau with heated insistence all the while, but now she pulls back, breathing hard.]
Your turn. [She begins tugging at Beau's swim bottoms, pushing them down the monk's slim, brown hips.]
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Your turn. [She begins tugging at Beau's swim bottoms, pushing them down the monk's slim, brown hips.]