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Giana Van Patten Miss October

June 2, 2026May 24, 2026 by Zishy Girl

Giana Van Patten pressed her face closer to the cool blue tiles, lips parted wide, tongue thrust out in a wet, obscene display that made her cheeks flush pink. Her long auburn hair spilled over one shoulder, strands catching the light as her eyes narrowed and one lid fluttered shut in a playful wink. The soft gray hoodie hung loose around her, the blue fabric underneath peeking at her neck, but every inch of her expression begged for attention.

She pulled the hood up next, the fuzzy gray cloth framing her face like a secret. Her eyes looked straight ahead, calm and knowing, the faint smile at her lips barely hiding the heat underneath. The hallway behind her blurred into warm light and closed doors, yet her gaze stayed locked forward, promising more with every slow breath.

Outside, Giana lifted the heavy gray hoodie over her head, arms stretched high. The blue crop top clung tight to her full breasts, the fabric stretched thin across her chest and leaving her midriff bare. Her jeans sat low on her hips, the waistband riding just above the soft curve of her belly, skin glowing in the fading light.

She turned slightly, one hand sliding into the front pocket of her cutoff shorts. The blue top hugged her tits, the shape of them clear, nipples faintly visible through the stretchy material. Her hair fell in loose waves over one shoulder as she looked back, lips parted just enough to show the tip of her tongue against her teeth.

At the water fountain she bent far over, ass pushed out, the torn denim of her shorts riding high on her cheeks. One hand rested on the cool metal while the other pressed the button, water splashing as she glanced back with a bright, wicked smile. The gray hoodie had slipped off one shoulder, and the evening light caught the smooth skin of her exposed thigh, the curve of her ass barely contained by the frayed fabric.

Giana bent low again, the ripped denim of her shorts stretched so tight the frayed edges rode up between her cheeks and left the lower curve of her ass bare. Her hair spilled forward as she looked back, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with that same teasing heat. The hoodie still clung to her shoulders but did nothing to hide how far she was pushing herself, thighs flexing, skin warm under the night air.

She climbed onto the low concrete ledge and turned, settling her weight on one hip so the torn denim pulled even higher. One leg dangled, the other bent, her ass pressed against the cool surface while she glanced over her shoulder. The gray fabric of the hoodie slipped down one arm, exposing the smooth line of her back and the way her waist dipped in above the low waistband of her shorts.

She stretched her legs out along the ledge, body angled toward the light, one hand resting on her bare thigh. Her gaze stayed steady, mouth soft, the cropped top underneath the hoodie rising just enough to show a strip of skin each time she shifted. The white sneakers stayed planted, toes pointed, every small movement making the denim ride higher on her hips.

When she finally pulled the hoodie off, the blue crop top clung to her like a second skin, the thin cotton stretched across her full breasts and leaving her stomach bare. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of the shorts, tugging them lower on one side so the soft skin above her hip showed, the denim already frayed and loose from how many times she had worn them this way.

She reached up and caught the edge of the metal beam above her, lifting herself so her body stretched long and tight. One leg kicked out, the other bent, her breasts lifting with each breath while the blue top rode higher and the torn shorts barely covered anything at all. Her mouth opened in a bright, open laugh, cheeks flushed, hair wild around her face as she held herself there, every inch of her exposed and waiting.

Giana Van Patten let her legs slide down the cold metal beam until her bare foot touched the ground again. The blue top had twisted higher, leaving one full breast almost free, the soft flesh pale against the dark night. Her shorts rode low, the denim frayed and open, and the red lace of her panties showed clearly now as she stood there catching her breath.

She stepped away from the ledge and crossed the empty field, the grass soft under her sneakers. Her hips swayed with each step, the torn shorts barely covering the lower curve of her ass. The blue fabric clung to her chest, nipples stiff from the night air, and she smiled to herself as she reached the wide blue banner stretched across the grass.

She posed in front of the banner, weight on one leg, knees bent just enough to make her thighs press together. The crop top hugged her breasts, the thin material stretched tight, and her fingers played at the hem of her shorts, tugging them lower so the waistband sat right on her hips. Her smile widened, open and bright, as if she knew exactly how much she was showing.

She moved to the stadium wall next, the stone pale under the lights. Her hands lifted to her hair, fingers sliding through the long auburn waves, lifting them away from her neck. The motion made her breasts lift and settle, the blue top riding up to expose the full undercurve of each one. She turned her head, eyes bright, lips parted in a soft laugh that showed the tip of her tongue.

Her hands stayed in her hair as she leaned back against the wall, one knee bent, the other straight. The shorts gaped at the front, the button undone, the zipper half down, and the white lace edge of her panties peeked out. She held the pose, body relaxed but every curve on display, the night air cool on her bare stomach and the warm skin above her waistband.

She let her hands drop and caught the bottom of the blue top with both hands. Slowly she pulled it upward, stretching the thin cotton until her full breasts spilled free, heavy and round, nipples dark and tight. Her eyes met the night straight on, mouth soft, the shorts still hugging her hips while the top bunched above her chest.

Giana Van Patten stood there with her tits out under the stadium lights, the blue fabric clutched in her fingers, the denim shorts low and open, her whole body offered in the quiet dark.

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Sabrina Lynn One Last Thing

June 2, 2026May 24, 2026 by Zishy Girl

Sabrina Lynn stood in the half-shadow of the bedroom door, her red hair pulled into a loose ponytail that cascaded like spilled fire down her back, freckles dusting her pale skin like secret constellations. Her arms lifted high, fingers threading through those fiery strands, pulling them taut as her black cropped sweater clung to the swell of her breasts, the fabric thin enough to hint at the hardening nipples beneath. Below, her flat belly curved into slim hips, the white lace thong riding low, its delicate patterns framing the smooth V of her pussy, her long legs parted just enough to tease the bare thighs glowing in the slanting light. She gazed out with heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted in a breathy pout, her body an invitation held just out of reach amid the scatter of clothes on the floor.

She stepped through the open French doors onto the balcony, sunlight spilling over her like warm oil, her arms stretching wide to grip the white frames, black sweater sleeves bunching at her elbows. Sabrina’s red ponytail swung free now, her freckled cheeks flushed as she arched her back, boobs thrusting forward under the tight knit, the cropped hem exposing every inch of her taut midriff. Those lace panties hugged her pussy lips in translucent promise, her ass cheeks flexing as she balanced on tiptoe, thighs toned and parted, the garden’s green blur a distant hum to her slow, deliberate stretch, eyes half-closed in languid surrender.

Out in the full glare, Sabrina turned her face to the sun, arms flung wide again, ponytail whipping across her shoulders like a flame. Her expression softened to dreamy allure, cat-like eyes narrowed against the light, full lips curved in subtle hunger, freckles vivid on her nose and cheeks. The black sweater cupped her tits perfectly, the fabric shadowing their ripe undersides, while her navel dipped into the smooth plane of her belly, leading to the lace thong’s narrow band slicing high on her hips, barely veiling her pussy, her legs slender columns ending in bare feet planted firm on the balcony edge.

She shifted her pose with feline grace, one arm extended higher, the other loose at her side, red hair tousled by the breeze, her gaze direct now, piercing through the freckled veil of her face, mouth slack with unspoken want. The sweater’s knit pulled tight across her breasts, outlining their heavy promise, her belly’s soft hollow quivering faintly as she breathed deep, lace panties stretched thin over her pussy, the fabric’s edge biting into her inner thighs, ass rounded and pert, legs splayed wider in teasing display against the sun-warmed railing.

Sabrina slipped on the oversized glasses, black frames magnifying her sultry eyes, red ponytail draped over one shoulder as she stood by the doors again, fingers curling into the hem of her sweater. She lifted it slowly, deliberately, the sheer black knit turning translucent to bare the undersides of her boobs, pale skin glowing, nipples dark peaks straining free. Her belly arched inward, lace thong clinging damply to her pussy, thighs pressing together then parting, ass cheeks taut as she held the pose, lips bitten in coy concentration, the garden’s shadows playing across her curves like hidden fingers.

Her smile widened behind the black-rimmed glasses, freckles dancing across her cheeks like scattered sparks, red hair slipping loose from its ponytail as she gripped the black sweater’s hem tighter, pulling it upward in the open doorway, the sheer knit parting to reveal the full swell of her tits, pale and heavy, nipples taut in the warm air brushing her exposed belly, the white lace thong cradling her pussy in delicate filigree, thighs slim and parted just enough to hint at the heat gathering there.

She tilted her head back slightly, gaze lifting playful through those magnified lenses, lips curving in a grin that promised mischief, fingers bunching the sweater higher now from below, baring the smooth dip of her navel and the taut lines of her abdomen, lace panties riding low on her hips, ass cheeks flexing subtly as she arched into the light, boobs still shadowed but straining free beneath the lifted fabric, her skin flushed with the thrill of unveiling.

The angle shifted low, her body looming fuller in view, red strands tousled wild over freckled shoulders, eyes half-lidded with a dreamy pout behind the glasses, hands stretching the black sweater wide open, tits spilling completely bare now, full and rounded, their soft undersides glowing pale, nipples dark and peaked, belly quivering with each breath down to the lace edge teasing her pussy, legs braced apart in the balcony’s glow, every curve a slow, deliberate offering.

Higher still she pulled, expression softening to parted lips and upward gaze, freckles vivid on her nose, glasses slipping a fraction as her fingers tugged the sweater taut across her naked chest, tits thrust forward in ripe fullness, heavy and unbound, the pale skin marked faintly with heat, navel a deep hollow leading to hips swaying gently, white lace clinging damp to her pussy lips, thighs toned and spread, ass pert in the frame of the doors.

She held it there, mouth slack in quiet hunger, red hair framing her face like flames, black frames magnifying the spark in her eyes, sweater yanked open widest yet, boobs heaving free and full, nipples erect against the air, belly’s smooth plane arching inward, lace thong stretched thin over her pussy, inner thighs glistening faintly, her pose a brazen arch that begged touch amid the sunlit threshold.

Her head tilted upward in the warm haze of the room, red hair fanning wild like a crown of fire, freckles sharp across her nose as her mouth parted in a hushed gasp, eyes half-shadowed with building heat. Fingers gripped the black sweater’s edges tighter, pulling it open from below the swell of her bare tits, their pale fullness heaving free, nipples peaked and straining against the air’s faint caress, her taut belly dipping into the lace thong’s fragile hold on her pussy, thighs parted wide beneath the doorframe’s edge, ass curving pert in the upward gaze that promised deeper surrender.

The smile broke wider now, teeth flashing in freckled delight, her red waves whipping across flushed cheeks as she arched her back sharper, hands yanking the sweater apart to frame her boobs in perfect exposure, heavy and rounded, skin glowing with a sheen of thrill down the smooth hollow of her navel to where the white lace bit into her hips, pussy lips outlined damply through the sheer fabric, legs flexing long and toned against the balcony’s lingering warmth.

Joy bubbled freer in her laugh, eyes crinkling behind the tousled fringe, red hair swirling in motion as her grip on the black knit loosened just enough to let her tits bounce softly with the pull, full breasts swaying ripe and unbound, freckled peaks hardening further, belly quivering with each quick breath leading to the lace’s teasing cradle of her pussy, ass cheeks clenching subtly in the playful twist of her pose.

Her face lifted higher into the light, hair a fiery halo of chaos veiling one eye, lips curved in grinning mischief, fingers splaying wider to stretch the sweater’s dark frame around her naked chest, tits thrust upward in voluptuous display, their soft undersides pale and marked with faint heat, abdomen’s taut lines flowing to hips that swayed, white lace stretched thin over her pussy’s inviting swell, thighs gleaming with inner gloss.

Sabrina Lynn held the final arch like a secret cresting, red locks tumbling wild across her smiling freckled face, eyes sparkling with unbridled want as she peeled the black sweater fully aside one last time, her boobs spilling heavy and free, nipples dark invitations begging the brush of fingers or tongue, belly’s smooth plane trembling down to the lace thong soaked against her pussy lips, ass rounded in brazen offer, every curve pulsing with the erotic pulse that left her body a live flame of fulfillment.

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Franny Lagos Salchicha Bebe 2

June 2, 2026May 23, 2026 by Zishy Girl

Franny Lagos leaned against the doorway in her tiny olive crop top and white panties, one arm stretched high, the other buried in her long dark hair. Her bare stomach flexed as she smiled at the empty room, hips cocked, thick thighs gleaming under the afternoon light. She let the pose linger, then dropped her hand and stepped forward.

The second step brought her right up against the wall. She pressed her shoulder blades to the plaster, turned her face toward the light, and let her lips part just enough to show the tip of her tongue. Her nipples had tightened under the ribbed fabric, pushing against the olive cotton while her belly stayed soft and exposed above the thin white waistband.

She stayed like that, head tilted, dark eyes half-lidded, until her breathing slowed. Then she pushed off the wall and crossed the room.

The bed waited. Franny climbed onto the purple sheets, folded her legs into a wide cross, and sat facing the camera. Her crop top rode higher as she leaned forward, elbows on her knees, fingers laced loosely around her shins. The white panties stretched tight over her pussy, the soft inner curves of her thighs pressing together. She looked straight ahead, mouth closed, the faintest smile at the corners.

She stayed sitting for a moment, then reached for the striped curtain hanging by the window. In one smooth motion she pulled it around her body like a loose sarong, the sheer fabric falling from her shoulders to her ankles. The stripes slid over her breasts and hips, turning her into a moving blur of color while the outline of her nipples and the dark patch between her legs stayed visible through the thin material. She stood still, letting the curtain settle, the shape of her body pressing forward against the stripes with every slow breath.

Franny let the curtain slip lower until the striped fabric barely covered her ass. She glanced back over her shoulder, teeth flashing in a quick smile, then turned fully toward the window. Her free hand lifted the edge of the curtain and held it against her cheek like she was teasing the light itself.

She raised both arms, gathering her hair into a loose knot at the back of her head. The curtain slid down her front and caught on her nipples, leaving her breasts exposed while the thin material still clung to one hip. Sunlight poured across her bare skin, turning the curve of her waist and the swell of her tits into smooth, glowing planes.

She stayed like that for a moment, arms up, body stretched, then let her hair fall again. Turning away from the window, she kept one hand on the curtain and stepped sideways, the fabric trailing behind her like a second skin she was about to shed.

The curtain finally dropped completely. Franny stood with her back to the room, one hand still resting on the window frame, the other hanging loose at her side. Her ass rounded out in the bright light, the line of her spine disappearing between the firm cheeks. A small tattoo showed just above the swell of one hip as she shifted her weight.

She moved to the bed without picking up anything to cover herself. Climbing onto the purple sheets, she stretched out on her stomach, feet kicked up behind her. Her long hair spilled across one shoulder while she reached for her phone on the nightstand. The soles of her feet flexed as she scrolled, the curve of her ass lifting slightly with every small movement of her thumbs. She stayed like that, completely naked, legs bent and relaxed, the afternoon light sliding over every inch of bare skin.

Franny Lagos stayed on her stomach, phone still in one hand, the weight of her body sinking into the purple sheets. Her ass lifted slightly each time she adjusted, the round cheeks parting just enough to show the soft crease between them before she settled again. She scrolled with lazy fingers, legs bent and crossed at the ankles, soles flexing in the warm light.

She rolled onto her side, one arm tucked under her head, the other resting along her ribs. Her breasts flattened softly against the mattress, nipples brushing the sheet. The long line of her body stretched out, waist dipping, hips pushing back, one leg extended while the other bent at the knee. A small butterfly tattoo showed on her ankle when she pointed her toes. She glanced toward the mirror on the wall, eyes half-closed, mouth relaxed.

Franny shifted again, stretching both legs straight behind her, toes pointed toward the ceiling. Her ass rose higher, the firm curves catching the light, the dip of her lower back deepening as she arched. She held the pose, shoulders relaxed, hair spilling across the pillow, the curve of one breast visible beneath her arm.

She let her legs drop and turned fully onto her back, knees falling open. Her hands came up to her chest, palms sliding over the soft swell of her tits, fingers spreading across the skin. A low laugh slipped out as her head tipped back, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut in pure pleasure. Her stomach tightened, ribs lifting with each breath while her thumbs brushed over her nipples.

Franny Lagos stayed there, hands still cupping her breasts, legs loose and open on the purple sheets, the afternoon light sliding over every bare inch of her.

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Sayah Heaney Wine Works 1

June 2, 2026March 16, 2026 by Zishy Girl

Sayah Heaney sat on the wooden stool with her legs crossed, the black dress riding high on her thighs, sheer tights stretched tight over the smooth skin. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers loosely laced, while the open neckline of the dress showed the soft rise of her breasts. Her mouth stayed closed, eyes steady on the camera, the quiet weight of her body settled into the pose.

She moved outside after that, leaning against the stone railing with one leg lifted, the trench coat open over the same black dress. The night air pressed the fabric against her, and she smiled, teeth showing, one hand gripping the strap of her bag while the other rested on the railing. Her boot heel touched the floor lightly, the curve of her calf defined under the tights.

Then she turned, facing away, both hands on the railing, the short hem of the dress lifted just enough to show the full shape of her ass in the black tights. Her long hair fell straight down her back, the trench coat bunched at her waist, and she stayed still, the line of her legs straight and close together.

She stepped onto the low curb under the overpass, coat open, one foot forward, head tilted back so her throat stretched. The streetlights caught the shine on her tights and the wet look of her lips. Her arms hung loose at her sides, the coat swaying open around the short dress.

In the next moment she pulled the neckline of the dress down with both hands, exposing her breasts completely. Her fingers pinched the nipples, red nails bright against the pale skin, and she looked straight forward, mouth parted, the trench coat still hanging from her shoulders while the rest of her stayed bare to the night.

She reached the open door of the white car and bent deep inside, the black ruffled top pushed up around her waist. The sheer tights clung to her ass and thighs, the black lace of her panties stretched tight between her cheeks, and her boot heels stayed planted on the pavement while her upper body disappeared into the back seat.

She climbed the rest of the way in on her knees, one leg stretched behind her, the glossy tights shining under the interior light. Her ass stayed lifted and round, the lace panties barely covering anything, and the black top slipped off one shoulder as she reached forward between the front seats.

She turned onto her back across the beige leather, one leg raised high against the seatback, the other bent. Her bare tits rose with each breath, nipples tight in the cool air, and she looked toward the open door with her mouth slightly open, one hand resting behind her head while the other lay across her stomach.

She lifted both legs straight up, holding the waistband of her tights and panties with red-nailed fingers, and pulled the sheer fabric down her thighs. Her pussy came into view, framed by the leopard print lace, and she kept her legs high and spread while she watched from between them.

She let the tights and panties drop lower, leaving her pussy fully exposed between her raised thighs. Her legs stayed crossed at the ankles for a moment, then parted again, the soft skin of her inner thighs pale against the dark car interior, and she lay back with her head tilted, eyes half-closed, the black top bunched beneath her.

Sayah Heaney stepped out of the car and into the empty lot, the trench coat open down the front, her bare breasts moving with each slow step. The leopard panties rode low on her hips, the thin fabric barely containing the swell between her thighs. Her boots clicked against the pavement while the coat hung loose from her shoulders, and she kept walking straight toward the camera, mouth parted, eyes half-lidded.

She turned her back and raised both arms, pressing her palms flat against the concrete wall above her head. The coat lifted with the motion, exposing the full curve of her ass, the leopard print stretched tight between her cheeks. Her legs stayed straight, boots planted wide on the low step, and she held the pose without looking back.

Inside the apartment she faced the lens again, now wearing only the sheer black bra and matching panties. Her nipples showed dark through the dotted mesh, the underwire pushing her breasts together. One leg bent and rested against the couch while her hand slid down her own thigh, fingers splayed, the turquoise nails bright against her skin. She leaned her weight into the gray cushions, gaze steady, lips closed.

She turned away once more, bending forward over the arm of the couch so her ass lifted high. The thin panties disappeared between her cheeks, the black straps of the bra cutting across her back. Her long hair fell forward, hiding part of her face, but one eye still watched over her shoulder while she arched her spine deeper.

Sayah Heaney dropped lower on the couch, one hand braced on the cushion, the other resting on her thigh. Her breasts hung forward inside the sheer bra, nipples pressing hard against the fabric, and she looked up with her mouth slightly open, the final invitation held in the tilt of her chin and the slow spread of her knees.

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Gabbie Carter Pier Confetti Pt 2

June 2, 2026April 21, 2019 by Zishy Girl

Gabbie Carter leaned back on the Ferris wheel seat with her arms stretched along the rails, the yellow dress riding high on her thighs and catching the sun. The fabric pulled tight across her full breasts, the low neckline barely holding them in place while the warm breeze teased the hem higher. Her legs were parted just enough to show the pale pink lace between them, the thin material clinging to her skin and leaving little to the imagination.

She turned her head toward the ocean, her smile softening as the light caught her face. The glasses framed her eyes, and a few strands of hair had slipped from the braid to brush her cheek. Her body looked relaxed, but the way she held herself suggested she knew exactly how much skin she was showing and how good it felt to be seen.

Gabbie sat up straighter, her hands moving to the front of the dress. She tugged the fabric open with a playful tug, revealing the white lace bra that lifted and framed her heavy tits. The cups were sheer enough in the bright light to hint at the darker circles underneath, and she held the dress wide while her smile turned bright and bold. Her thighs stayed spread, the short hem now bunched at her hips so the matching pink panties showed completely.

She let the dress fall closed again but kept her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up so the soft flesh spilled over the lace. Her expression shifted into something quieter, almost thoughtful, while the sun warmed her skin and made the thin material cling to every curve.

Gabbie stretched out across the seat, one arm resting along the back while the other hand gathered the dress at her waist. She pulled the fabric higher, bunching it so her ass and the delicate pink panties were fully exposed to the light. The dress twisted around her body, one strap slipping off her shoulder, and she looked back over her arm with a wide, inviting smile that said she was enjoying every second of the slow reveal.

Gabbie shifted her weight against the padded seat, one leg draped over the other so the yellow dress slid higher up her thigh. Her full breasts strained against the low neckline, the soft swell of them catching the sunlight while the thin white lace underneath peeked out every time she breathed. She rested one hand on her bare leg, fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin as she smiled out toward the horizon.

The Ferris wheel rose higher, and she leaned forward, arms stretched along the metal rail. Her tits pressed together, heavy and round, the dress gaping open enough to show the delicate lace bra barely containing them. She held a phone in one hand, thumb brushing the screen while her other hand gripped the rail tight, the curve of her ass settling deeper into the seat.

She turned slightly, legs crossed at the ankles, the hem of the dress riding up to expose the smooth skin of her thighs. One arm stayed draped along the back of the car while the other reached out, fingers curling around the metal frame. The sunlight painted warm stripes across her cleavage and down the front of the yellow fabric, making the thin material cling to every curve.

Gabbie grabbed the long bag of popcorn from the seat beside her and lifted it to her mouth, tongue flicking out to catch the tip in a playful lick. Her lips curved into a grin around it, eyes sparkling behind the glasses as she held the pose, legs spread just enough for the dress to bunch high on her hips. The floral print stretched tight across her chest, her heavy tits rising and falling with each breath.

She dropped the bag and reached for the cool metal pole beside her, wrapping both hands around it while she leaned in close. Her boobs pressed forward, the deep V of the dress showing off the soft white lace and the generous cleavage it framed. She smiled wide, teeth flashing, the sun catching the glossy strands of her hair as she looked up with pure, eager heat in her eyes.

Gabbie Carter twisted in the seat and glanced back over her shoulder with a bright, open laugh, the yellow dress clinging to her hips while the hem rode high enough to flash the thin pink thong cutting between her cheeks. One hand still held the phone, the other tugged at the fabric to keep it from slipping any higher, but the movement only made the soft roundness of her ass press tighter against the seat.

She pushed up from the padded bench and leaned out over the rail, the dress riding up completely in the back so the thong disappeared between her cheeks. Her body stretched long and open in the sunlight, the floral print stretched tight across her back while her ponytail whipped in the breeze and her smile never faded.

The ride slowed and she turned toward the camera again, the dress now hanging open at the front so the white lace bra sat high and full on her heavy breasts. The cups barely contained the soft swell of them, the lace edge tracing every curve while the sunlight warmed her bare skin and made the thin material cling like a second layer.

She stepped off the Ferris wheel and walked straight to the water fountain on the pier, the yellow dress still loose and open across her chest. She bent low over the metal spout, tits spilling forward in the deep V as she caught the cool stream on her tongue and let it run down her chin and over the tops of her breasts.

Water splashed across her skin and soaked the front of the dress, turning the fabric darker where it clung to her nipples and the upper curves of her boobs. She stayed bent there, lips parted around the stream, letting the droplets slide between her cleavage and down the valley of her chest while the sunlight caught every wet shimmer.

Gabbie Carter stayed bent over the fountain, water still dripping from her lips and running in slow trails down the heavy curves of her breasts, the soaked yellow dress clinging to every inch of her body like it had given up trying to cover her at all.

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