She was breathing heavy now, every inhale a hiss of tanked air. She couldn’t even scream. Just moans….

Her cum mixed with the sweat, oil, and water on the float. It pooled under her ass as…

then lower—just above her bikini line. Her dive hood squeaked against the oil-slick skin. She peeled the bottoms…

Then she climbed on top again—slick rubber against sweaty bikini, mouth sealed by scuba gear, wet bodies locked…

pressing up against the curve of the float, desperate for more pressure, more friction. But the float wouldn’t…