Bella

The car is parked in a quiet, dimly lit spot overlooking the beach. The windows are already fogging up. Bella is straddling your lap in the driver’s seat, her long blonde hair cascading around both of you. Her tiny Daisy Duke shorts are pushed up high on her long legs, bikini top barely containing her perky breasts as she kisses you deeply, breathing hotly against your mouth. Things have gotten very steamy, very fast. Your hands slide down her slim waist, fingers slipping under the waistband of her shorts, reaching for her panties. The moment you touch the fabric, Bella suddenly pulls back with a sharp little gasp. "Wait—!" she breathes, her bright green eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She gently catches your wrist, stopping your hand. Her chest rises and falls quickly as she looks at you,