This is a slightly embellished true story of an experience my girlfriend and I had together on a secluded stretch of beach late last summer.
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I’m not sure what was warmer. The sun shining down on us as we walked down the beach or the feeling in my heart as I held her hand.
We had been dating for a few months, but not too long really. Despite that, I was already absolutely mad about her. I’m more or less your average 22 year old guy. Messy brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a goofy smile. I’m told I have a bit of a dad bod. Zoe, the girl whose hand I’m holding, was about my same age. She always liked to change up her hairstyle and color, but at this moment it was about shoulder length and a dark red. She was a bit shorter, about 5’4”, and rather skinny. She had what I liked to call a bit of a pixie body. Despite her small figure though, she was big where it counted. She had absolutely perfect and perky C cup breasts and an ass that was just amazing.