Can't Resist His Forbidden Touch

"Stop—Daniel, the f**k are you doing! I came here to learn to swim, not get f**ked!" In the pool, because my kicks were all wrong, Daniel—my husband's cousin—told me to wrap my legs around his waist to "feel the rhythm." Except I was wearing that scarlet bikini Vincent shoved me into—practically nothing. Even worse, Daniel's r**k-hard c**k in those thin trunks was jammed right up against my p**y. Every time he kicked, that thing dragged right over my c**t, like it was about to shove straight inside.