She was pissed, my girlfriend. We had been driving for an hour, and were still some way off from our resort. We had fought some time before and now it was the heat and the lack of food in us that was making matters worse. I couldn’t wait to get to the beachside luxury resort that we had booked for our little getaway.
It was our last night in this sunny beachside town. The earlier days had been partying and lots of passionate fucking. I couldn’t get enough of her body. Her petite frame, her large boobs that made her conscious and made me drool, her fine black hair that always smelt good, and the way her waist curved in under that large bust.
Her top hung loosely, and I kept stealing glances at the top of her cleavage, where her locket rested. As angry as we were, I couldn’t wait to get to the resort, strip her, and lick on those delicious tits. The thought of it made me hard. By the time we checked in, her top was hanging low, showing off her tanned tits, and she was too tired to pull it up. We checked into the room, which had a balcony and old-ish wooden furniture, and after grabbing a snack we made our way to the beach. She tied her hair in a bun, put on her black and white striped bikini, and tied her hair in a loose bun. I just put on my beach shorts and we made our way to the private beach, hand in hand.