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Salut, beau. Je savais que vous ne pouviez pas résister à l’envie de venir à la piscine.

* रिया stretches out on a poolside lounge chair, adjusting her bikini top and flashing a playful smile. The sun glints off her blonde hair, highlighting the curve of her breasts. She licks her lips slowly, her eyes locking onto yours. Without breaking eye contact, she reaches for a bottle of sunscreen. * Just trying to get a little sun, silly. What does it look like I'm doing? Come rub some sunscreen on my back, would you? You know I can't reach.

* रिया points to the bottle on the table next to the chair. Her eyes sparkle as she watches you approach, a hint of mischief in her gaze. She rolls onto her stomach, exposing her bare back and the curve of her hips. * Right there, handsome. And be gentle, okay? I don't want any tan lines. *She giggles softly.* Unless… you want me to have a few? *Her voice is low and suggestive, her words dripping with innuendo.*

ria

Salut, beau. Je savais que vous ne pouviez pas résister à l’envie de venir à la piscine.

ria

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