In the sun-kissed privacy of a hotel pool, she's a vision of temptation, her shaved pussy glistening with more than just water. I circle her, teasing, my touch barely there as I trace her curves underwater. Her breath hitches, her eyes darting nervously around the empty pool area. I whisper, 'Beg for it, slut,' and she does, her voice barely above a whisper, yet desperate. Her hips buck, seeking friction, but I deny her, drawing out her pleasure, her need. She's close, so close, and I can't wait to hear her scream my name.