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The sun beats down as I stand in the river with my boss's daughter, her curves barely concealed in a damp dress. She's a vision, her eyes sparkling with lust. "Touch me," she commands, guiding my hand to her thigh. I hesitate, but her wet, warm core beckons. She leans in, her tongue tracing my ear, "I want you to make me come, right here in the river." I'm lost, my hands exploring her body, our moans echoing in the quiet afternoon.