The water surged and bubbled, hot and relaxing, his head perched above the white water, breathing steam and a steamy vision. The sweet scent of jasmine floated through the air. The blonde wore a silver bracelet, which she took off as she disrobed and let herself down into the pool.

His eyes appreciated her perfect form, the tight, neatly-trimmed blonde pussy hair, the curvy stomach, the full breasts, and erect pointed nipples. Appreciated it so much that, even if she alone couldn't get him hard, the saucy brunette, vaguely Indian or Arabian, could with her hand, which massaged his meat, or her mouth and it's pierced tongue, it's stud rolling among her tongue and teeth and his neck.

He moaned.

Delightful.

Beautiful.

The blonde brought her hips up and placed her feet firmly on the seats of the pool, her sweet pussy just inches from his anxious lips. He reached out with his lips and tongue and lightly and gracefully began playing with her labia and teasing her clit. The brunette joined in, and added her studded tongue to the blonde's pleasure feast.

The two of them had her softly moaning and pleasantly grinding that delicate hole in their faces, while the brunette continued to work him down below where his blood and lust began to surge to a point of no control, when, at long last, with the sighs and moans of their blonde lover mixing with sweet juice rolling down his chin, his own love began to pleasantly emerge in floating drops, mixing with warm, gurgling water, and causing him to smile and moan.