#filthyheroxs

It was one of the few days that Cam had off, and they decided to spend it together. Both of them could use a break, and she suggested spending it in the pool. Though this wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when she said that. Isabella was trying to keep quiet, her fingers curled around his legs as he continued to pound into her from below. “W-W-We’re going to be-be heard by the ah! Neighbors!” She whimpers, struggling to talk between the fast thrusts from her boyfriend. The bottom of her red bikini floating in the water where it had fallen off her ankle. Squeaking and sliding sounds coming from underneath the two as he moves around on the inflatable. The brunette pressing her lips together to do her best to keep herself quiet, looking towards the fence. The neighbors could easily be curious and peek through the fence, or lift themselves up to look over.

what could he say? he was at times pretty typical in what impressed him --- a gorgeous creature with an appetite for his similar vices? causes him to slide closer to her as they sit at that worn wooden bar counter, a tattooed arm of rippling muscle just nudging against hers. "but just so you know, even if you can drink me under the table, i could still kick your pretty little ass," he's darkly teasing, voice gruff against the tender shell of her ear. competition is fun --- he believes she'll be of the same mindset. thus far, they're next to PERFECT 'friends'.