Hunting For A Very Tasty Elixir

"I-I want my turn."

Ceti's words were impulsive sprites darting from her lips, and she regretted suddenly saying it out aloud as if she was eagerly waiting for it.

However, they were heard, and they set the wheels in motion. In a blink, Asher moved swiftly, settling beside her with a playful chuckle that seemed to hum through the warm air, infusing it with a charge of electricity.

"Why the wide eyes?" he teased, an impish smile playing upon his lips, urging her without words to relinquish control and yield to the pending indulgence, "Just relax and lie down. On the sand. It should make the experience better."

Her body acquiesced before her mind could mount a protest, finding herself prone, the sand beneath her acting as nature's cushion, with anticipation painting her red skin in shades of sensitivity and awareness, she hadn't known.

Her big breasts sunk and squeezed onto the sand, giving Asher a tempting view of her back breasts.