then lower—just above her bikini line. Her dive hood squeaked against the oil-slick skin. She peeled the bottoms aside and blew a hot breath over the girl’s bare, slippery clit. The sensation nearly shattered her. She clenched around nothing, thighs…

Then she climbed on top again—slick rubber against sweaty bikini, mouth sealed by scuba gear, wet bodies locked in place. They bounced. They writhed. They floated. She came like a wave breaking, writhing against the restraints as the float creaked…

pressing up against the curve of the float, desperate for more pressure, more friction. But the float wouldn’t give it. It bounced. It teased. It kept her suspended and frustrated. That was the kink. Pinned in place, suctioned in sweat…

Someone—maybe a woman, masked in a black dive hood—strapped a breathing regulator between her lips. The hiss of compressed air filled her ears. Her pulse quickened. Her hands curled. The scuba domme leaned over her, pressing a gloved finger between…

She arrived just after dusk—sweating already in the heat of the eternal pool. The water shimmered, endless and warm, glowing like liquid honey under the stars. wearing a red micro-bikini so small it barely qualified as swimwear, the fabric sheer…