[ Honestly, she's a downright concerning mess... her appearance is a mixture of marks that aren't unusual from intense sex, and bruises along her thighs and body that look as if she took multiple tumbles down a flight of stairs.

The way she's still twitching and shivering from the sensation of it all... really just speaks to how long her m-streak is. She's a ruined mess, broken from head to toe, and yet... ]

Hah...

[ He can't help but admire his handiwork, his eyes gazing upon her fondly. If it weren't for the fact that he's completely tapped out, the sight might've gotten him going again. The way she looked coming out of the water had been provocative enough, after all. She may not be thinking about whatever else she's slick with, but he can see everything from his angle. ]

We'll figure it out...

[ As he says it, he unzips his hoodie—in which it remains amazing that he kept it on the whole time, even as he himself was sweating up a storm—and takes it off, finally looking a little more appropriate for the season... or at least, about as appropriate as "black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt" goes.

It's large enough that it'll practically eclipse her entire frame, cover her arms entirely, even cover her thighs for the most part... she really is just that much smaller than him, huh? The only downside has to be that it smells a whole lot like him now. ]

Well... I suppose I have to admit to having a grand time here at the beach now, don't I?

[ For the entirely wrong reasons... ]