“How's it feel?” Sprout's voice carried to us from the shore. I looked over at her, and oh my damn... “Hard,” I said without thinking, cupping my cock as I looked at my mate. Her swimsuit was a retro style one-piece and I was right—it was boob city and I was going to be the motherfuckin' mayor. The suit was black, with small white polka dots and a red bow off to the side on her waist. She looked edible.
