Golden hour glow ✨🌊

The salty airr around your ankle. A hesitant brush of fingertips, the lace of her bra catching in the light. She tilted her head, just so, a hint of pinked lips against the breeze. A small smile—almost shy—as if surprised to find you watching. A shiver traces down your spine as she shifts slightly, that perfect curve of her calf nowing closer. The world narrows to this moment, this touch, this scent of sea and summer.”