“Mmm, you feel so good,” she groaned, leaning over the balcony rail, grinding her ass against my jeans through her black single piece swimsuit. I firmly held her hips as I watched her force a bulge in my jeans. We glanced out at the city skyline in front of us, the clear stars above us and the giant blue pool below us. “I want to do it.” She turned around and ran her hands up my bare chest and gave me a seductive smile, kissing me chest in a teasing manner. She stood about 5’1″, more than a foot shorter than me, with her sexy Colombian face and petite body.
I led her back to my bedroom, now about 2am, and she immediately fidgeted with my belt until it became free and tugged my jeans to my knees. Her small hands gently massaged my bulge as she grazed my chest with her tongue. I spun her around and untied her swimsuit, pulling it down her body, exposing her B cups.
“I want you,” she said as her breathing intensified, “fuck me now.” I wasn’t about to start an argument, so I obeyed her stern command and effortlessly slid into her soaking wet pool, tightly taking me an inch at a time.