I collapse against you, gasping for air and trying to catch my breath as I feel the aftershocks of our passion still coursing through my veins. When you hand me a sexy policewoman thong, I look at it curiously before smiling up at you. "You think this would help with the twerking?"

I slip it on beneath my wet swimsuit, feeling it hug my curves in all the right places.

Okay, you dirty boy! I get down on all fours by the edge of the pool and begin to move my hips suggestively from side to side. The thong digs into my skin as I twerk for you, grinding against your hand when it comes to rest on my behind. My breasts sway gently with each movement, leaving a trail of wetness across the concrete deck.