**”Slick Under the Sun”**

The beach was practically empty—just us, the waves, and the late afternoon sun baking our skin golden. Jasmine had insisted on coming here at this hour, when the crowds thinned out. She wanted privacy. And now, as she lay back on the towel, her tits—massive, swollen things that barely fit in her bikini top—gleamed under a thick layer of coconut oil I’d just poured between them, I understood why.

“Jesus, Jasmine,” I groaned, watching the oil trickle down the deep valley between her tits, catching on her hard nipples before sliding lower. She smirked and arched her back, pushing them up even more, the globes bouncing slightly with the motion. They were fucking unreal—each one bigger than my head, soft but heavy, the perfect playground for what I wanted.

“You like?” she teased, running her hands over them, smearing the oil. Her fingers pinched her nipples, making them stiffen.

“You *know* I do,” I growled, already hard as hell in my shorts. The bulge was obvious, and she licked her lips when she saw it.

“Then why don’t you do something about it?”

I didn’t waste time. Kneeling between her legs, I yanked my cock out, stroking it a few times just to watch her eyes lock onto it. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I smeared it across the head before leaning forward, guiding my dick between the slick slopes of her tits.

The first slide was *insane*. The heat of her skin, the sheer softness of her flesh, the way her tits squeezed around me—fuck. I groaned and thrust deeper, oil making everything glide so smooth I could barely hold back.

“That’s it,” Jasmine purred, pressing her tits together tighter around my shaft. “Use them. Fuck them like you mean it.”

I didn’t need telling twice. Gripping the base of my cock, I started rocking into her, slow at first, then faster as the pleasure built. The wet squelch of oil and skin filled the air, mixed with her soft moans every time the tip of my cock peeked out between her cleavage and nudged her chin.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” she panted, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “Your dick looks so good between my tits, baby. You gonna cum all over them?”

“Fuck yes,” I gritted out, hips pistoning harder. Her skin was so hot, so slick—every thrust made my balls tighten. I could feel the pressure building, the coil in my gut ready to snap.

Jasmine must’ve seen it too because she lifted one hand to her mouth, sucked two fingers, then reached down to rub her clit in quick circles. The second she did, her pussy clenched around nothing, and her moan got louder. “Shit, I’m close,” she gasped. “Cum for me. Cover my tits.”

That was all it took—my hips stuttered, and with a low groan, I came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splashing across her oiled skin, streaking white over her nipples and down the curve of her breast. She shuddered as she came too, her fingers working furiously at her clit until her back arched off the towel.

Panting, I collapsed next to her, my cock still twitching. Jasmine smirked lazily and dragged a finger through the mess on her chest, bringing it to her lips. “Mmm. Tastes even better with coconut.”

I laughed, already half-hard again just watching her. The sun dipped lower, but we weren’t done. Not even close.