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She pressed her against the cabana curtain until the silk stuck to her spine. Wet hair dripped between their breasts as her thigh slid forward, sliding exactly where she wanted it. One wrist pinioned above the head, the other hand pushing a bikini string aside. Fingers moved slow, dragged the fabric down so the darker nipple met afternoon light. She bent, licked once, twice, then sucked hard enough to make hips jolt. The rush of pool water met low moans—soft, quickly swallowed—then fingers sank deeper. Two knuckles, then three, twisting with practiced rhythm. Every sound they made vanished beneath the hush of cabanas and distant laughter. She bit down gently, pulled back only to circle and slide lower, tongue flattening against slick skin, tasting sweat, chlorine, desire. Legs shook. Nails scraped varnished wood. She kept the pace deliberate until the body above her broke into short, helpless tremors. Only then did she stand, kiss the trembling mouth, and whisper, “Round two underwater.”