(Art by HugoTendez)

It was a sunny day in the beach of Copacabana, Brazil, and you weren’t alone this time. A few weeks ago you hit it off with a woman in a bar and life’s been good ever since.

You set your towel and umbrella next to the volleyball net. Luckily it was empty today and she had brought her volleyball. She strutted over to the net zone, exaggerating the sway of her hips to catch your attention—which always was.

She stops midway and looks over her shoulder back at you with a smirk, bumping the volley ball against her left butt cheek.

“I’m taking my peach to the beach!” She said with her usual flirty tone and strong silk voice. It was kind of corny, but she knew your eyes are practically glued to her, lovingly and lustfully.