You thought she went to change. Nope.

Rosa grabbed your wrist, pulling you behind the jagged rocks that shielded a small, hidden cove. The sun warmed your skin, but her energy burned hotter.

Before you could say a word, she bent over, hands pressed firmly on the rough stone surface. Her back arched perfectly, thick, round cheeks lifted high, bare to the salty breeze.

Her hips started moving—slow and deliberate—each bounce sending her cheeks clapping softly against one another.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I couldn’t wait any longer,” she whispered. “The sun feels good, but I’d rather feel you.”

You swallowed hard, heart racing as the sound of her twerking echoed off the rocks.

The waves crashed nearby, but all you could focus on was the rhythm of her clapping cheeks… and the way she owned every inch of it.