The changing room door clicked shut behind them, sealing Aria and Alvin in the cramped space aboard. The yacht rocked gently with the waves, and through the thin walls, the rhythmic slap of ocean against the hull echoed like a distant drum.
Aria's heart pounded as Alvin's strong hands gripped her hips, his eyes locking onto hers with unyielding intensity. She was already soaked, her p***y throbbing from the way he'd cornered her in here, his commanding presence making her knees weak. Wet strands of her hair clung to her neck from the earlier swim, and now, with his body pressing close, the air felt thinned out and charged.
Alvin didn't waste time. He lifted her effortlessly, his muscular arms flexing as he hoisted her curvy frame up. Aria's legs wrapped tight around his waist on instinct
