Joanna felt her cheek flush and adrenaline rushed down her head as David strapped her over his shoulder. She was embarrassed at how exposed she was and how one of David's hands was cupping her butt cheek and the other was pressed on the small of her back to keep her in place. She was trashing but her hair which was wet from the water was sticking to her face and making it difficult to see and his grip was firm. The more she fought the gripper his hold on her.
David placed her flat chest on the beach chair and trapped her between his legs as he went through her stuff and brought out the sunscreen.
"God! Can you be more kinder?" Joanna groaned as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
"This will be better if you stop struggling". David chuckled.
Joanna sighed and gave up. She rested her face on the beach chair and closed her eyes but gasped when she felt her bra instantly unclasped.
