Hike to a secluded beach

Just hiked this hidden trail in the French West Indies with Zaddy right behind me… or should I say, eyes glued to my ass in this tiny sequined Doll bikini. He actually let me lead the whole way—couldn’t stop staring, the poor guy.
The second our feet hit the sand? Game over. I started peeling pieces off one by one, letting the sun kiss every inch while he watched. By the time the last scrap hit the sand, there was nothing left but us, the waves, and a whole lot of hot, filthy fun.