Sydney stepped onto the empty beach, the bitter winter she had escaped still clinging to her thoughts like frost, but here the tropical sun burned hot against her skin and the purple latex bikini claimed every inch of her body. The deep violet material shone brilliantly under the light, stretched tight over her huge tits so the wide purple latex triangles pulled hard across the soft heavy flesh. Her nipples poked stiff against the inside of the latex, sharp points that dragged with every breath she took. The purple latex triangles squeezed her tits together into a deep thick line of cleavage, the rolled edges digging in and making the pale skin bulge slightly over the top.
The narrow front panel of the purple latex bikini bottoms molded right to her pussy. The latex clung to her lips, outlining the full shape of her slit and pressing flat against her clit so the small swollen bump showed clearly through the shiny purple surface. The thin purple latex strip in back disappeared between her ass cheeks, pulling the round flesh taut so each cheek curved out against the violet edges.
Her hands moved immediately. She placed her palms flat on the purple latex triangles covering her tits, sliding her fingers slowly over the stretched material. The latex felt slick under her palms, warm from the sun and her body heat. She squeezed her tits gently, feeling how the rubber gave just enough before snapping back tight. The material squeaked softly as her palms circled the hard points of her nipples through the thin layer. She pinched lightly, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, feeling the latex slide back and forth over the sensitive peaks.
Her hands drifted lower, palms gliding down the slick violet expanse covering her ribs and her waist. Her fingers traced the high-cut edges of the purple latex bikini bottoms, brushing the warm latex right next to her pussy. The narrow front panel felt hotter there, tighter, slicker. She pressed one palm flat against the narrow front panel, feeling the outline of her pussy lips through the rubber. The latex molded perfectly to her slit, the shape clear and swollen under her touch. She rubbed slowly, up and down the seam, her fingers circling the swollen bump of her clit. The material dragged against the sensitive nub, squeaking faintly with each pass, sending small jolts through her body.
She turned sideways, one hip cocked out toward the ocean. Her other hand came around to her ass, fingers digging into the round cheeks where the latex pulled tight. She squeezed the flesh, feeling how the thin purple latex strip in back vanished completely between her ass cheeks, how the rubber framed the curves perfectly. She slid her fingers along the edges, tracing where the latex met skin, then back to the narrow front panel again. Both hands now on the narrow front panel, she pressed harder against her pussy, thumbs circling her clit through the latex. The swollen bump throbbed under the pressure, outlined so sharply the shape felt almost separate from her body, trapped and displayed by the glossy purple.
She bent forward at the waist, hands sliding down the backs of her thighs. The position made her ass push back, cheeks spreading slightly against the tight grip of the suit. Her fingers moved up, cupping her ass cheeks, squeezing them so the latex squeaked louder against her skin. She rocked gently back and forth, feeling the thin purple latex strip in back pull tighter, the narrow front panel sink deeper between her pussy lips. Straightening slowly, her hands glided forward again to her pussy. One palm stayed pressed flat, rubbing in steady circles over her clit, while the other traced the outline of her lips through the material. The latex pulled deeper with each motion, molding tighter, outlining every fold and the thick ridge of her clit.
She stood upright, legs spread wider apart. Her hands roamed back to her tits, squeezing them hard through the purple latex triangles. The latex creaked under her grip, nipples dragging back and forth against the inside as she rolled them between her thumbs and fingers. She pinched harder this time, feeling the rubber stretch and snap back over the hard peaks. Then her hands dropped again, both palms returning to the narrow front panel of the purple latex bikini bottoms. She rubbed faster now, fingers tracing the swollen outline of her clit over and over. The latex felt even hotter, slicker under her constant touch, clinging so close it was like a second skin fused to her pussy. She pressed her middle finger along the center seam, feeling how the material sank between her pussy lips, how her clit pulsed against the friction.
Minutes stretched on with her hands never stopping. She rocked her hips forward into her own palms, feeling the latex pull and stretch with the movement. Her fingers kept circling her clit, pressing, rubbing, tracing the swollen bump that grew thicker and more defined under the shiny purple. She squeezed her tits again with one hand, feeling the material squeak against her skin, while the other stayed glued to her pussy, rubbing slow then fast, always through the latex, always feeling how the suit molded to every swollen inch.
She turned her back to the ocean, facing the long empty stretch of sand. Her hands slid around to her ass again, squeezing the cheeks, fingers digging in so the latex pulled tighter across her pussy from behind. She rocked back and forth, feeling the thin purple latex strip in back disappear further, the narrow front panel pressing harder against her clit. One hand came forward, pressing flat over her pussy once more, rubbing in wide circles that made the latex squeak louder against her skin. The swollen outline of her clit throbbed under her fingers, molded perfectly by the tight violet rubber.
She stood at the waterline with legs spread wide, keeping the latex taut across her pussy and ass. Her hands stayed on her body the whole time, palms sliding over her tits, squeezing the heavy flesh so the purple latex triangles strained. She pinched her nipples through the latex, rolling them, feeling the rubber drag and squeak. Her other hand moved to her ass, cupping the cheeks, squeezing them in rhythm with small hip rolls. She rocked her hips, feeling the thin purple latex strip in back tug, the narrow front panel rub against her pussy lips. She paused there, hands returning to the narrow front panel. She rubbed her clit through the latex in slow deliberate circles, feeling the material outline the swollen nub perfectly, feeling it pulse harder with every pass.
She sat in the shallow water, knees drawn up and spread wide. The position squeezed her tits together into heavy cleavage, the purple latex triangles digging deeper. Her hands cupped her tits, squeezing them, thumbs brushing over her nipples through the rubber. She pinched and rolled them, feeling the latex squeak under her fingers. Then her hands dropped between her legs, palms pressing the narrow front panel flat against her pussy. She rubbed steadily, fingers circling her clit, tracing the outline of her lips. The latex clung wetly from the water, molding even tighter, the shine darkening slightly where it soaked but still gleaming in the sun. She kept the rhythm light, teasing, feeling every small throb of her clit against the slick barrier.
She rose again, water streaming off the suit in rivulets. Her hands never left her body, sliding over her tits, her ass, her pussy, feeling the latex grip tighter with every movement. She posed with legs wide, hands roaming freely, squeezing her tits until the material creaked, cupping her ass cheeks until the thin purple latex strip pulled thin, pressing her palms against her pussy until the outline of her clit stood out sharp and swollen under the purple shine.
She stood there what seemed like forever, hands moving constantly, feeling every inch of how the purple latex gripped her tits, her ass, her pussy, her clit. The material never let go, never loosened, always shining, always tight, always outlining the swollen shapes she explored with her own touch on the empty beach.
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