The Secret World of kash king

By crystalline water, “kash king” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “kash king,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “kash king” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “kash king” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)