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Her thoughts were interrupted when Matthew pulled down her jeans and the bikini bottom with it. He rained kisses on her backside, sometimes nibbling, sometimes sucking, leaving small bright red marks on the soft flesh.
"Step out." The authority in his voice made her insides quiver. Her thighs clenched at the anticipation as she did what she was told.
She stepped out of the jeans that was pooling at her feet. The air around them was cold but her blood was boiling with lust. He undid the strings of her bikini top but didn't take it off from her neck. Then he slowly massaged her breasts.
"Bend over."
Ava thought of playing dirty and be a brat, but she didn't get a chance when Matthew hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her backwards while consecutively pushing her down by the neck with his other hand.
"Matthew!" she hissed. Damnit! The action was enough to drench her core.
