The ocean breeze was warm, the waves licking at the sand, but nothing compared to the sight in front of youâRobin, standing tall on the beach in a slingshot bikini that barely qualified as clothing.
The thin straps cut high over her hips, stretching dangerously as she moved. Each step made the strings quiver, threatening to snap at any second, and Robinâs smirk told you she wanted you to imagine it happening.
> "It doesnât leave much to the imagination, does it?" she murmured, her eyes locked on yours.
"But then⊠youâve always preferred it that way."
When she leaned forward, the fabric strained against her chest, the narrow strip of material doing little to hide her breasts. Turning toward the sea, she let her hair whip in the salty wind, her curves glowing under the sunlight as she adjusted the straps with deliberate slowness.
She knelt in the wet sand, letting the waves roll up around her thighs, the bikini glistening as the water made it nearly transparent. One glance over her shoulderâplayful, knowing, dangerousâand you were hers.